My hero

If i had to say who my hero is in my life, without hesitation my mother comes to my mind. My mother has been there through everything in my life, from the time my sister died, to the day my father left us. I do not talk about these things much because the pain in my heart has not been filled yet, so I keep it silent. My mom knows how to keep a smile on my face, whenever I need it, and knows the struggle of child in these depressing ages. My mother knows that when I am angered, she will find a bridge, and make me get over it, or she will find a lamp and try to make me brighten up. My mom acknowledges my feelings more than anybody else could, and more than anybody else will.