My "mother" is someone I respect because of that she is always a warrior in my eyes. You may wonder why I say that. To begin with, my mother became pregnant when she was 18 years old, and honestly, she did not have any support from my grandparents because they think she was too young. When her parents discovered out, they intended to force her out of the house. She persuaded them to let her remain, but she could not ask for help with the baby. Despite this, my mother opted to get the baby - and that baby is me. How could I not admire her with every breath I took?
She did not obtain any assistance from my father, in addition to not getting the benefit of her parents. My father loved me, but he never offered my mother cash or clothing item to assist her care for me as a newborn. She had to support me all by herself. She was exhausted from school and her job, but she still wanted me to have such a wonderful life, so she did everything she could. My mother became pregnant one more time two years later, this time with the same man. The only difference this time was that it was far worse! He utterly abandoned her, and her father was ill.
Ultimately, she decided to go to university and work as a professor in order to support her family. That was not a simple task. It took her a little while to find work when she graduated from college. It is difficult to find work in Nicaragua. My mother, on the other hand, never gives up; no matter how difficult things become for her, she perseveres. To support her children and parents. I visit her all day and hope I could spend the entire time with her. I had never met somebody who was so driven and kind, and she deserves to be recognised and cherished.