My Hero

My Hero: My Mother

Heroes are not only people who risk their lives in line of duty, such as firefighters, policemen, and soldiers just to name a few. In fact, I highly commend them for their brave acts of heroism. However, my true hero is someone I have known all my life: my mother. Her acts of selflessness and courage represent what I regard as a hero.

When my mother's father passed away, she was in college. Against her mother wishes, she decided to quit school and go to work, so that she could help her mother. After deducting her living expenses, she would send the rest of her earnings to her mother. Even after my mother married, she never failed to send her mother money, as often as she could.

My mother suffered a lot during her marriage to my father, yet she remained married to him for 20 years. I witnessed many years of my father being abusive to my mother: physically and emotionally as well. Through it all, I never once heard her complain. At the time, I did not think of my mother as a hero; instead, I thought she was weak and lacked courage. Furthermore, I was angry with her for exposing us to my father's abusive nature. It was not until I became an adult that my mother finally told me the reason she had put up with my father's abuse. It was not because she was weak; in fact, it took courage and selflessness for her to remain married to my father. She did not stay with him to protect herself; she stayed with him to protect her children. Unfortunately, she believed his threats; he told her that he would kill all her children if she were to leave him.

For most of my mother's life, she lived in turmoil; yet she never lost her desire to help, to protect, or to make sacrifices for the sake of her family. Without regret, she has sacrificed all her dreams and aspirations in order to help her family. Without a doubt, I believe my mother would give up her life for her

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