My mother’s hand was the first I held as I took my first few steps. Ma was the first word out of my mouth. My mum was the one who served the first spoon of food. My first day of school was nerve-wracking, but my mother urged me to go to school on a daily basis. She showed me how to hold a pencil correctly so that I could write my first alphabets. It’s no surprise that my mum has always been the finest.
My mother is the driving force behind myself and where I am now. She has encouraged me to show the world that no matter how awful my mistakes were, I can still learn from them. Ma has always encouraged me to be strong and to be there for my family, and now that I am older and wiser, I see she was correct. She was the one who supported me in my good judgments and confronted me in my bad ones. She is really nice and knows everything there is to know about me, including my social media posts, all of my friends (both online and offline), the books I read and review, and the blog pieces I publish. She reads everything I scribble down.
Anyone who knows my mum knows that she is the most generous person on the planet. She’s always willing to lend a hand if she can. She is the one who taught me how to be generous. My mum has taught me how to live in the present. I’ve had some crazy stages in my life, and my mum has always been happy to accept whatever I’m into at the time, which is a very motivating characteristic.
Ma was the only person who believed in my ambition to be the best writer/journalist I could be. At the moment, I wanted it more than anything else in the world, but I had no guarantee. I mean, I was a rudimentary article writer in high school. But she always understood that nothing would be able to stop me from doing everything in my power to make my goal come true. She pledged to support and encourage me in my endeavours. She stood by and observed while I made steady progress in the world of writing.
When I finally got good enough to win prizes for my contributions to various publications and newspapers, it was the best feeling in the world. I learned from her that sticking with something no matter what the outcome is far more fulfilling than giving up. I would not have won many prizes, titles, contests, or acquired renown as a recognised writer/editor/blogger/book reviewer if you had not supported me in my passion (writing) since I first aspired to be a writer at the age of 13. Ma, I wish you all the happiness you deserve, and you already know this, but I’ll say it again: you are constantly in my thoughts. To the moon and back, I adore you.

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