As what I wrote in a diary, I had a great Mom.
Mom took care of Dad who paralyzed and lied in bed at home to sustain a complete family for five years, thereby ensuring my concentration on my college study. She believed that Dad would recover as long as she strived to attend him with great patient, even though it would be a lifelong arduous work.
Mom always told me: “Have it your own way, you can make it! Mom believes you.” When I was a boy, she seldom made decisions for me, but encouraged me to decide by myself. She was not a great thinker, neither was she a wise woman, but she was able to teach me how to think positively and rationally. She trusted me all the time and always listened to my opinion, because she thought I had been a sensible grown-up, ever since I was 17 years old.
Thanks Mom, I had realized what the responsibility, independence, optimism, and commitment mean from her. While I had learnt that life is a gift and privilege that should be valued, and we should never give up our hope, dream and love to it.
I will always proud that I had a great Mom.