A hero that I most admire by Zanis
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When I saw the poster that my English teacher brought in to class this week, it said write a composition about ’’a hero that you most admire’’. I thought for a second who would it be. It didn't take me long to choose my very own mom.
Well, to start off, my mom was not born anywhere near Ireland. She was born on the other side of Europe; Kraslava, Latvia. She grew up during a time when making money to help the family was much more important than receiving an education. She grew up during a time of war, which made it that much harder for her to receive food and simple, everyday necessities, that we here in Ireland take for granted. Despite all these hardships, my mom still managed to get an education, start a family and accomplish something that would change the course of my life, forever. She worked and worked and worked, and, eventually, she saved up enough money to fly me over to Ireland to have a better childhood and lifestyle than she had, I admire that woman because she went above and beyond to make sure that her child would receive a better education, a better life and a secure future where we don’t have to worry about where our next meal is coming from.
Secondly, I admire her because of her strength. She’s been through hell and back, and, amazingly, she’s still here, standing tall. About eight years ago, my mom and dad were divorced. When I heard the news, I was so little, I broke down and cried. My father was my world, my everything, and to know that I could lose him at any given moment scared the life out of me. Just the other day, I asked my mom why she never cried. She responded, “Are you kidding me’’, I would cry all the time. I would cry when you kids were off at school. I would even cry myself to sleep sometimes. I just wouldn’t cry in front of you kids or your step-father, because I knew that I had to keep a straight face. I had to be the rock
When I saw the poster that my English teacher brought in to class this week, it said write a composition about ’’a hero that you most admire’’. I thought for a second who would it be. It didn't take me long to choose my very own mom.
Well, to start off, my mom was not born anywhere near Ireland. She was born on the other side of Europe; Kraslava, Latvia. She grew up during a time when making money to help the family was much more important than receiving an education. She grew up during a time of war, which made it that much harder for her to receive food and simple, everyday necessities, that we here in Ireland take for granted. Despite all these hardships, my mom still managed to get an education, start a family and accomplish something that would change the course of my life, forever. She worked and worked and worked, and, eventually, she saved up enough money to fly me over to Ireland to have a better childhood and lifestyle than she had, I admire that woman because she went above and beyond to make sure that her child would receive a better education, a better life and a secure future where we don’t have to worry about where our next meal is coming from.
Secondly, I admire her because of her strength. She’s been through hell and back, and, amazingly, she’s still here, standing tall. About eight years ago, my mom and dad were divorced. When I heard the news, I was so little, I broke down and cried. My father was my world, my everything, and to know that I could lose him at any given moment scared the life out of me. Just the other day, I asked my mom why she never cried. She responded, “Are you kidding me’’, I would cry all the time. I would cry when you kids were off at school. I would even cry myself to sleep sometimes. I just wouldn’t cry in front of you kids or your step-father, because I knew that I had to keep a straight face. I had to be the rock