The most important person to me I would like to write about my precious mother, Nawal. There are thousands of ways to define the word "mother". Some people would describe a mother as the one that takes care of the home. Others may complain that their mother is the one that is constantly nagging. Nevertheless, my view on a mother is above and beyond the typical description.
My mother has pure white skin that match her pure personality. She is short and has a small nose and brown hair like honey, alongside with her soft light brown eyes.
I love the way she choose which clothes to wear every morning for work while feeding my younger brother. Her style is classy and she prefers using black and white. I remember always wanting to look like mommy and walking around in her high heels. To this day, I still love using her things. Her smile and laughter are the most beautiful things in her. People always told her she has a baby face.
When I think of my mother, the first thing that comes to mind is her striking appearance. She always take care of my younger sister and two brothers. Even if she is busy with her own life, she will still be eager to hear me squeal over my drama-filled teenage gossip. And whenever something becomes too much for me, she is there calming me down with just a simple sentence. Even if I refused her request or if we got in a fight, she still manages to run a household beautifully. She is the kindest person I have ever met; she has a heart of a child. And she likes laughing as much as I do. She is a very hard-working person also, and thankfully, we are similar to each other. She always encourage me to study, and I do not think I would become a well-educated person without her.
Here I would like to thank God for giving me this amazing person in my life. No amount of money can repay for all her care and love that she had showered on me. I