The Person I Like The Most
There is no doubt or second thoughts about
whom I like the most, it’s no one else but my mother. She’s my piece of
paradise and my home. The way your home makes you feel peaceful, soothing and
complete similar is the feeling when it comes to mom. Everyone loves their mom
obviously but you know if given an option about whom they love more, dad or mom
then maybe they would say both of them equally but back the mind there’s always
one adamant choice and for me it has always been my mom. I cannot enumerate the
reasons why just because the list is endless. I fail to understand how god can
carve such piece of beauty, she’s that amazing.
My mom is the cutest, I love her till the
stars fall down, till the skies meet this land, till I breath my last. She’s my
support system and has made my low face shine. Her squishy hugs are the healing
medicine to every problem. She hasn’t got any super powers but definitely has
the ability to make every soul shine with blithe. She ruffles my hairs and
pulls my cheeks even when they aren’t chubby, I feel I am cute. She allows me
to sleep on her lap, I swear that is were the heavens reside! When life gets
tough she makes me feel that everything will fall into place and it really
does. The best five minutes of my life are when she wakes me up & all I do
is give her my hand and hug her by the waist.
She loves me with baggage full of flaws
and I love being her first priority. She will debate with those who speak any
rubbish about me, I feel like my goodness she is the one who’ll stand by me for
my life. Well I don’t like when she isn’t around, it feels empty and nothing
seems good. The way every mother tries to fulfill all the wishes of her kid the
same is with mine. I fall flat in appreciating but I can never thank her
enough. I can’t imagine my world without my mom. Her face is the most beautiful
and her beauty lies in the way she manages everything, the way she always tries
that her kid’s smile doesn’t wipe off, the way she make me feel that I am the
most beautiful human in the way I am, the way she is a proud daughter of her
parents, the best mother, daughter-in-law, wife and every other relations she
has with her people.. She is entirely best. Well I don’t like when she isn’t
around, it feels empty and nothing seems good. The way every mother tries to
fulfill all the wishes of her kid the same is with mine. I fall flat in
appreciating but I can never thank her enough. I can’t imagine my world without
my mom. Her face is the most beautiful and her beauty lies in the way she
manages everything, the way she always tries that her kid’s smile doesn’t wipe
off, the way she make me feel that I am the most beautiful human in the way I
am, the way she is a proud daughter of her parents, the best mother,
daughter-in-law, wife and every other relations she has with her people.. She
is entirely best.
There are this children who are blessed
with similar traits of their mother and I am not lucky for that. My mom and me
are entirely different. She is the understanding one and thinks twice before
taking a decision and here I am a little impulsive and stupid so we literally
vary in terms of traits but then that is what makes us love each other more.
She makes me understand why is it wrong to behave in a particular way, what I
do is not appropriate, what kind of people are true and so on and forth. I make
her understand what is required to stand in the generation like ours, why is it
okay to change, why we should think about ourselves sometimes and this goes on.
This differences in us build understanding and so I get one more reason to love
her.
Well, even if I try to suffice my feelings
towards her then words won’t be enough for that because mom is what defines
everything to me and by everything I literally mean every damn thing. No one in
the world can be as powerful as the lady called ‘MOTHER’. She would be a softie
at heart and yet a pillar strong. She’s the combinations of irony. I will never
deny and instead feel proud that the most favourite person in my life is no one
else but My Mom.
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