Our Beautifull Hero

mom, ma, mama, ummi, ibu, mor, okaasan, mère, or anything that you call a beautiful woman who brought us to this world, our hero.
with all her strength, she always try to give us the best as she can. she always guide us as well as she can. and also she always love us as much as she can.
first year, she always guide us. we laughed together, she taught us how to walk and also how to talk.
fifth year, she always protect us. we laughed together. she told us not to be a naughty boy. she taught us how to read, she taught us mathematics and she taught us how to feed our own self. she is the best teacher in this world, ever
tenth year, she wakes us up everyday. we laughed together. she prepares our lunch everyday. she picks us up to the school everyday, and when there's our friend mess up with us, she is the one who stand up for us
fifteenth year, she is older. we not laugh together anymore. we are busy with our business. we are busy with our bestfriend and we forget our past best friend, the one who always take care of us. don't you know that she feels alone and lonely? she misses us tremendously, but she doesn't want to disturb your new world as a teenage. She always prays, 'God, please keep my lovely child, please keep him on the right way'. She is worry about us. And when you tell her that you are in love with someone, actually she is crying inside, 'my lovely child had grown, now she can feel what actually love is'
twentieth year, her age is now shorter, but you have to leave her for your college, she feels really alone, everyday, she prays for you. And finally, you get your true love, and you have to leave her (again) for your beloved husband. Finally, she finally let you go and hopes you'll have a great family
twenty fifth year, I don't know if she will stay beside us or looking for a new house in heaven :)