Before me stands the strongest woman, the person I admire and hope to become when I grow up; the strongest woman is my mother. Her smile brings meaning to my existence. Her mere presence lightens up the room, and her strength has made my brothers and myself stronger.
She is short about four feet six inches, with short black hair about an inch from her shoulders. She has fairly normal ears, not too big and not too small. Her black beady eyes, perceptive of just about everything, that portray her exact emotions rest between her long beautiful eyelashes. …
