Ama

I am her. When asked who I am, I would say my mom or as I call her Ama. She's the one that carried me for 9 months, and gave life to me. Anyone that knows me, knows that I'm very much like my Ama. Very strong, patient, caring and childish at heart yet, loud and outgoing. When I say loud, she's loud. She can be right next to you and still yell, like Ama relax...please. But that's what makes her, her. A very lovable individual. She's 40 years old but acts like a five year old. The way she laughs is completely adorable. Her childish behavior never fails to put a smile on my face.

I'm probably not the best son in this world because I don't always follow rules, I may even be the black sheep of the family (who has a very good sense of humor), or so I feel like it; but she definitely is the best mom in this world. This amazing, beautiful lady has been an angel to me. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have her in my life. Whenever I need advice or miss her cooking's, which is often, I give her a visit. Her compassion to listen to need of others over her own problems makes her amazing. The one person that I can always count on, she's been my support system. Everything that I am today and principles that I stand on, have been given to me by her. She's my motivation to do better in life. Everything I set out to do in life is to make her proud. She's my everything, means the world to me. Love her because she gives meaning to my life. She defines me. This outgoing, strong, caring, patient, humorous guy I am today is because of her.