Of all the people in the world, I like my dear mother the most. Not all the wealth in the world can make me hate my mother.
Everyone knows that that mother's love is the greatest love in the world. Though she sometimes scolds me, I know that she does so not because she is bad but she is tired, working all day, for the happiness of her family. So i keep quiet while she expresses her anger, so that she may feel a little relieve after that. That she loves her family is proved everyday. Even my yougest brother is very hungry in the middle of the night and cries for milk, she wakes up at once to attend to him, even if she is tired or ill. In the same way, she ways up before all the others and goes to bed last, so that everyone in the family can receive her care. If anyone is ill in the family, she is the one who is the most worried.
Such care and love no one in the world can give to me. For these reasons my mother will always remain the dearest person to me.