On a day to day basis, we are influenced by something, or someone that has a lasting effect in our lives. The fondest memories of my life have all been influenced by family members. To my belief, my mother Roslyn Stephens is one of the most influential. I appreciate my mother and all that she has sacrificed just to supply for me. When I describe my mother, there is nothing critical about it; it is all admiration. She is currently a Registered Nurse and is continuing school to achieve her Masters degree. She works with elderly patients who are very close to meeting the angel of death. My mother goes from house to house to supply medication to the elders in hopes of delaying their meeting with the angel of death. Seeing her at work is very awe-inspiring, especially her ability to put the elders at ease; knowing that their fate is inevitable. Every single one of her patients adores and trusts her; she is truly gifted with emotional intelligence. She has the ability to walk in a room, find the bleakest person there, and make them smile. This is where I inherited my compassionate trait from. If I see someone that is uncomfortable or dejected, I feel as though it is my responsibility to put their mind, soul, and mood at peace. When she smiles, it is as if she is using all her might just to see if it could get bigger. Her eyes are a russet brown like the skin of a winter apple, full of warmth and compassion. Her skin, a shade of brown, like the sand dunes of an Egyptian sunset, flawlessly smooth before the rippling winds. At home her hair, which is as black as a raven’s feather, is always tied up; bouncing with each step she takes like a Paddleball. Never is she loud; her low-keyed silky voice flows from her like a warm breeze against the skin, chasing away any chill and enclosing the listener with security with every word spoken. She is a wonderful person whom I admire and love unconditionally forever. I am currently 18 years of age, however, I still remember quite a few sensations I had back when I was a toddler. I could still remember how she embraced me with her soft and smooth hand stroking my silky, delicate, and curly hair. Every now and then, I can still smell her sweet, fruity, yet subtle smell of her Coach perfume. I can still remember how she gently kissed me on the cheek leaving red lipsticks marks the shape of Marilyn Monroe’s lips. I could remember how she always tucked me in bed, telling me ”happily-ever-after” tales singing and humming my favorite song “You Are My Sunshine”. I could still feel the empowerment of her words of wisdom into my ears as I lay under the covers. My mother is not a well-known politician or a famous performer, she is, however, a working mother who devotes her life to me and my siblings. This quality is what makes her so special in my life. My mother is always by my side during my shining moments and my moments where I have made a mistake. She has always lend me her shoulder for me to cry on during my worst times. She is a superb parent to my siblings and I. Since I was an infant, she nursed me back to health when I was sick. She disciplined me when it was necessary. The hand to the backside and few whacks had brought me up to be a well-mannered and well-educated person. My mother is one of the most important motivators in my life. It is because she has always encouraged me to make my school work, grades, and education my top priority. She always instilled in me that working hard and getting an education will help me excel in living the lavish life I always dreamed of. My mother always said “If you are well established with a great job, great education, and living your life to the fullest, I can leave this world not only a happy person; but a proud mother”. Every time she said those words, a tear trickled down my chubby cheek. My mother is very patient with me and my other siblings. She would always give me advice and support whenever I needed it. She has done a lot to boost my self confidence and self-esteem. Sometimes she made me realize the importance of praying; especially when I am dealing with inner demons and battles with myself that only I could overcome. My mother works very hard throughout the day. It is because she wants to ensure that my two little sisters and I can have “a roof over our head, food in our stomachs, clothes on our backs, and a bed to sleep in”. That makes her a gem which very rare and hard to find. Here, I would like to thank the Almighty for blessing me with a mother named Roslyn Stephens. There is no amount of money I can compensate her with for all the kindness and love that she had showered on me. I will always cherish the sweetest memories of her for as long as I live. I hope these memories will always remain my mind, heart, and soul. My mother is truly a source of encouragement, compassion, and inspiration.