Personal Narrative: My Mother And Mexican Mothers

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“We are blessed in so many ways; many things we take for granted, but we should stop and be thankful each and every day.” Confessed Catherine Pulsifer. Truly, sometimes we don’t realize how much someone does for us. Therefore, I am eternally grateful for Rosa Villegas. No doubt that the green enchiladas queen is full of care and Christ. Actually my mother does not shoot lasers with her eyes or fights the bad guy who wants to take over the world like superman, but boy, she does give you this look, a death stare that spoke to you and lets you know you messed up and fights life battles with me. However, meaning she is full of care, but not just towards me. As a matter of fact my father was a widower with two sons, my half-brothers who were six and eight at the time, but my mother was only nineteen when she married my father and raised my half-brothers as her own. Till this day my older half-brother is grateful for my mom. He still called and asked how to cook beans at thirty-three with a family of …show more content…
First every Wednesday afternoon she has a sister praying meeting in the house. Second, every Friday evening there is a meeting where saints get together and read God’s word and eat dinner together. Not to mention, every Saturday there is a young people meeting where we get together and read the bible, but then the meeting is at my house my mom cooks dinner for us. Don’t forget Sunday’s, and best believe my mother attends all of them. Since she is full Christ, she must express him by telling others about Him and also encourages me to invite my friends to the meetings of the church. As a final point, mothers are the closest things we can get from heaven. My mother puts everybody before herself. There is no way I can pay her back. Considering this, I hope I am like her when I become a mother. After all, she raised me. Always love your mother because you will never get

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