This is something i wrote for class about two years ago…
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY MOM <3
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Like mother, like daughter; a phrase that many of us have heard. Well I am living it. My mother and I are so alike; it can be scary at times. I love my father to death, but my mother is the one I go to when I have a problem. She is more than just my mother, she is my best friend. But being so much alike is not a great thing all the time. We bud heads, but we always seem to work things out.
Her name is Ruth and she is the woman I call mother. She is 44 years old, but age is nothing but a number. She looks as beautiful as she did 20 years back. She is so caring and loving of her family and of others too. She shows me that every time she says and shows that she would give up her life, her food, and everything in her power just so that my sister and I are well. My mother is also very friendly. Her phone does not stop ringing and God forbid she will forget her gadget at home. Not being able to communicate with her girlfriends is not an option. But like everyone else she has her flaws. The one that I see the most is how most of the times she is very patient, but when she get angry… you better get out of her way. Another thing is how she is stubborn; it must be a family disease. She enjoys cooking and going to church.
On the other hand we have me. My name is Katherine and I am 18 years old. I am fun and loving. I enjoy helping people and I tend to think of others before I think of myself. I am very friendly, although selective of my friends. I like to hang out with my friends and my family. But like my mother, I have my flaws too. I am infected with the family disease, stubbornness. It’s my way or the highway. Another thing is that most of the time I am very patient, but there are certain things that push my buttons to the limit. I, like my mother, enjoy going to church very much.
As you can see, my mother and I are very much like each other. We share many of our likes and dislikes. That may have something to do with the fact that we share the same birthday. I was her present when she turned 24. It doesn’t come to a surprise to us when we are walking down the street and people as us if we are sisters. That is how much I resemble her. Like two drops of water, like mother… like daughter.
