Personal Essay: The Most Important Person In My Life
Although her left eye is a little bit tinier than her right, she defines perfection. Her hair is black with hints of gray. Her skin is as brown as the beans she boiled and as soft as petals on the roses she grew. She has eyes that speak for her emotions and sun kisses from all the hard work she’s been put through. She’s not ashamed of her age spots and wears very minimal makeup. Although she suffers from arthritis and has bad knees you can never find her sitting down unless she has a bible in front of her. She gives the best hugs and the softest kisses.
She is the reason I smile at so many of my early childhood memories. When I was five I tore open my knee playing in her backyard and she held my hand as the doctor gave me stiches. When I turned six she scolded my uncle for pushing my head into my birthday cake and making me cry (after laughing). And when I turned 8 and was hospital bound for an entire week, she stayed with me every night. She gave me my first rosary and held my hand when I prayed my first prayer. Every morning she woke the roosters up …show more content…
I understood her more. Although she never told me what it means to work hard, when I was a freshman in high school and she explained her life story to me I knew that she was the definition of the kind of person I want to work hard to become. She explained to me without shedding a single tear, how she lost her husband and two sons. She explained to how she got the scars on her hands and the callus on her feet. She raised twelve kids all on her own and worked in the fields every day to provide what was necessary for them. At that moment, I knew she was the strongest person I ever