My mother buys a lot of things for me. She buys books, clothes, and she even bought a Persian kitten for me. For this she had to argue with my father for he didn’t want to have pets in the house. But she managed to convince him for she knew that I wanted a pet badly. Sometimes I think that she is still a child at heart.
She has never broken a promise she has made to me. She often tells my father that one shouldn’t make a promise if one can’t keep it even if it is made to a child. She encourages me to be the best in all that I do.
And even if I falter, she is there to support me without any criticism. She is more like a friend to me and there is nothing that I can’t share with her. That is why I like her the most.