Moms are moms. Every time that I'd get back to the time I had pushed away my mom, my heart breaks, because I regret in doing that. In return, I strive to be the way she wanted me to be, just to be a good man who loves, who respects and who values hard work and patience. Personally I think that she possesses these characteristics. I consider as a hero, as my hero who provides me strength. When I'm down, I just think of her and all her sufferings to give me a good life, no matter how much I have abused myself and no matter how I have been rude to myself and other people as well.