When I look in the mirror, I see a younger version of my mother, and this fills me with pride because all I am now is thanks to my mother.
Mom has never had an easy life. Grandfather was an alcoholic and violent and often beat his grandmother and mom. One evening mum couldn’t stand what was going on and broke a plate on my grandfather’s head.
From that moment on, that old drunkard no longer dared to touch mom or grandmother. But that accident had changed something in him.
Grandfather was a bad man who could not stand being humiliated by anyone, and being defeated by his daughter was intolerable for him. So one day, my grandfather left the house and disappeared.
Nobody ever saw him again, alive or dead.
Grandmother was relieved, the presence of my grandfather was an obstacle to her happiness, and for a short time, she and mom were happy.
Then my father came.
My father was a traveling salesman who traveled throughout the region, selling a variety of products. That man knew how to sell anything, he was able to sell ice to the Eskimos, and he was very good at playing a role. Dad was a born actor, and he could convince anyone of being a big player, while instead, he was just another deluded who believed he was special, but who was not.
Mom had fallen in love with him because it was the exact opposite of her character. Mom was modest, quiet, and loved to read, while dad was ambitious, extremely ambitious, a liar, and a manipulator. To this day, I still haven’t figured out exactly what went into my mother’s head to make her fall in love with that guy, and not even Mom can give me a different answer than:
And one day, mom got pregnant.
Dad disappeared, changing all the phone numbers and never came back. My grandmother was furious with rage and demanded that mom abort. Mom refused, saying I was her daughter, and she would never do anything to hurt me.
Grandmother refused to meet her grandson and never gave Mommy a penny for the rest of her life, disinheriting her.
Mum worked a lot, three part-time jobs every day to keep herself and her daughter, forgetting men and love. I was her reason for living, and mom taught me to keep my head up, and that no one could disrespect me. I was strong because I was unique in the world.
I remember one Christmas as a child when I asked Santa for a dog. Mum had worked a lot during that time, accepting any overtime request, and looking for other extra jobs, asking my babysitter to accept late payments.
My mom did all this to buy the puppy dog I wanted. That Christmas was the most beautiful of my life, and Max, my dog, was and still is my best friend.
When I found out what mom had done for me, I couldn’t be more proud. I watched mom go home, barely kiss me and collapse in bed, and I didn’t understand what was going on.
Now I understand, mom worked hard to give her daughter a moment of happiness, and this is one of the best memories of my life.
Mom’s example is in front of me when I look at the mirror and want to be a better person, I am strong thanks to my mother’s strength, and I will never forget it.