My Mother: My Woman In My Life

Many people enjoy saying that a special somebody in their life, is their special hero. But for me, it will always be my mother. Yes, this lovely lady, of one of the three people who gave me life, is a special person in my life. But, that 's the case in this world, the whole 7.8 billion people in these cruel and selfish world. So what makes my own mother a special case, one that stands out by itself? Well, to start, I must go back couple of decades, all the way 'till she was not a mere child.

My Mother 's family learned of Jehovah 's Witnesses since they were little. My grandparents were a great couple, and had a total of 8 children, 7 girls and a little boy. Amazingly that little boy, wasn 't a "machista", Manly man, which is common over there in Mexico. No, on the contrary, he learned to be like my grandfather, a humble man with a kind heart that every person like to have for company. But half of the children became like my grandmother, a selfish lady, who all she wanted was money, her greed hade made her into a queen Bee, even if she had many possession 's , that in their time, it was consider to be of great wealth. My mother always told us that they always had the latest devices, a television, a microwave, a couple of vehicles, a brand new refrigerator, and also had enough food for a family of 10.

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Then father asked me if I would like to have a little job. In my mind I was happy, for I could help my mother financially, but soon that happiness left my body, because who did I worked with? the one and only, the mistress. My first couple of weeks were of just anxiety, for my mother had found out that my father had a side chick, and was hiding her in the south side of town, and imagine if my mother found out I was working with her. My heart filled with grief, because my father knew I wouldn 't work with her if I had know she was a