Mudra.

My mother.
-had a security guard fired from Goldilocks from being sarcastic and being disrespectful.My mom's such a warrior.
-can criticize everything, from the way a person dresses,to politics, to how commercials nowadays are so corny.
-has highlights and had her hair straightened.Heck,she's already 43,I think she has every right to do whatever she wants.
-has more graphic t-shirts than me. O_O
-can annoy me to my guts with her incessant and tormenting blabbering.Exhibit A, she picks me up from school, and all the way from Kalayaan in Subic down to our home, she would ask me things,talk and talk and talk to her heart's content,ridicules me for being morena just be because she's a few skintones lighter than me...that kind of stuff.
-is maarte talaga.Even my dad agrees on this one.
-is like a tiger...no,a dragon...when mad.A very strict disciplinarian,perfectionist,protective,mega hygienic,sometimes the biggest universal KILL-JOY...but most of all:


I was conceived from her.
She constantly teaches me to be as strong as possible,keeping always on guard and standing firm for the right principles of life.
*She would wake up so early in the morning to prepare breakfast for us.*
Her sacrifices are incomparable.
She now works again because she knows it would help a lot,disregarding the stress at home and her personal life.
She's a leader.
She's beautiful.
She's God-fearing.
She's firm.
She's my mom
and I love her.


As I type this,LIGHTNING AND THUNDER STRUCK ME THREE TIMES saying: "You don't give her enough credit.Tsk tsk."