In everyone's life, everyone must have someone to love and cherish, but has anyone ever thought: "Who is the person I love the most and who leaves me with indelible memories?". For everyone, that person may be a close friend, grandparent or brother, sister, but for me, the person I always love and will always love is Mother - who gave me life.

My mother's name is Vo Thi Phuong Nhan. Mother is a teacher who is teaching at Primary School No. 2 Binh Chau. My mother is almost forty years old this year. People still say my mother is young and beautiful, but sometimes when I get close to her, I talk to her, I see her as much older. Mother's eyes were warm and affectionate, now crow's feet appeared. Mother's forehead has many wrinkles. The most prominent on the mother's face is the high nose along the coconut and red lips. I still vividly remember the warm kisses my mother gave me when I was little. Mother's skin is soft, white and pink, but has the freckles of forty years old. Before, when I was little, my mother had long, silky hair, her black hair was like a segment of the Milky Way, black and shiny. When I was in fifth grade, my mother changed her hairstyle, she cut her long hair and changed it to curly hair. The short, curly, reddish-brown hair that floats on her shoulders may be more suitable for her oval face, but I still like her long hair as before.

Once, I was seriously ill. At that time, my mother was very worried, she could not sleep, all night she kept watching me for fear that I would get worse. But then, thanks to my mother's care and concern, I was cured that very morning.

I still vividly remember the first day I went to school. That night, after dinner, my mother brought into my room a very large package of presents. I kept thinking that my mother bought me a toy or a lego set that I always wanted. I eagerly opened the gift wrap, it turned out that it was full of books, notebooks, school supplies and even a school bag printed with superheroes that I really liked. The uniform has been smoothed by her mother. Everything is ready, I'm excited to wait until tomorrow — the first day I fold up and be neatly folded into First Grade. The next morning, my mother lovingly took me to school. I still remember feeling nervous and scared at that time, I didn't know what I would do and what I would be like without my mother by my side. Leaving my mother's hand, I entered the school gate, I felt so helpless and lost. "Do your best, you'll get used to your teacher and friends.

Mom hugged me tenderly: "You're an adult, from today you're a first grader. Be confident!". I obeyed my mother, entered the classroom. That day for me was very long, I miss my mother very much, I have never felt more love and need for her than now.

It has been eight years since the first day of school, but I cannot forget the dear image of my mother and my feelings on that memorable day. My mother helped me confidently and firmly take the first steps on the path of knowledge.

At school, my mother was a devoted and exemplary teacher. A ferryman has brought many generations of students to the path of success.

There was a time, I was disrespectful to my mother and I remember it so that I never did it again. I remember vividly, it was a rainy day, when I was a sixth grader. I came home from school with a sad face. Mom is very concerned, she asks a lot of questions. But because I was so angry, I yelled at my mother: "I hate you so much, don't say it anymore!". Then I burst into tears and ran up to my room, slamming the door. I cried so hard, my eyes were red. Just because my best friend misunderstood me, we argued loudly. All day today, I have no mind to focus on studying anymore and as a result I failed the Math test. Thinking about those things makes my mind go crazy. I lay flat for an hour. The feeling of loneliness and cold made me sober. I thought of my mother, of what I had just said to her. Oh my gosh, I made a big mistake! Why can I say disrespectfully to someone who always loves and takes care of me? I'm so sorry! Just because I was misunderstood by you, I took out my anger on my mother. I got up, was about to run out to apologize to my mother when my mother opened the door to the room and entered. As if guessing my thoughts, she looked at me with loving eyes and sat down next to me. "Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong!" I said in a choked sob. Mom gently stroked my hair and said softly: "I'm also sorry for not understanding and asking you". I regret being a mother — the person I have always loved for so long, must be sad. It was the gentle words and affectionate gestures of my mother that made me more tormented by my mistakes. I told my mother everything. My mother comforted and encouraged me and made me much more excited. Since that time, I always promised myself to think carefully before speaking and not to upset my mother again.

To me, she is like a cloud that covers me from rain and sun, she is a fire that urges my heart to stay on the path of life. Even if my mother dies tomorrow, in me, she will always live and follow me for the rest of my life. I want to tell you: "Appreciate what you have. Don't let it go to waste like that. “