Inspiredby The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros
My mother whom I call Mom.My mother who in the past always made me do difficult things, but now I realizeshe was only encouraging me to face challenges that would make me stronger. Mymother who always asks "Who, What, Where, When" when I go out withfriends. Who asks me so many questions - like she is a detective and I am underinvestigation. Who could be annoying as a fly, yet at times as comforting as abutterfly. When I couldn't sleep, she was the one who stayed up with me, eventhough she had to get up early the next morning. Who takes a picture of me everyyear on the first day of school. My mother whom everyone says I look exactlylike, when I hardly see a resemblance. My mother whom I try to cherish each daybecause I know she will not be with me forever.
My mother whom I call Mom.My mother who in the past always made me do difficult things, but now I realizeshe was only encouraging me to face challenges that would make me stronger. Mymother who always asks "Who, What, Where, When" when I go out withfriends. Who asks me so many questions - like she is a detective and I am underinvestigation. Who could be annoying as a fly, yet at times as comforting as abutterfly. When I couldn't sleep, she was the one who stayed up with me, eventhough she had to get up early the next morning. Who takes a picture of me everyyear on the first day of school. My mother whom everyone says I look exactlylike, when I hardly see a resemblance. My mother whom I try to cherish each daybecause I know she will not be with me forever.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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