Mom wore me under my heart for 9 months, sometimes it seems to me that we are one with her. I am sure that every person should help the mother. This is a natural process. It turns out, a kind of cycle, where family members help each other and support in everything. The weather in the house and well-being in general depends on it.
In my family, the main father is, but he would hardly have become so strong without my mother. Every day she cooks and keeps the house clean and cleans the litter box. It seems to me that my mother does not know what laziness is. Sometimes I feel sorry for her as a person. I'm sure she also wants to walk and live carefree. I try not to give her problems. I do not skip school and after school I rush home. I throw away the trash because I don’t want my mother to strain. Father sometimes forgets to take out the trash, so he took the initiative. Now this is my responsibility.
I help my mom clean on weekends. I wipe the dust, I don't like this activity, but for the sake of a smile from my mother I'm ready for a lot. I love vacuuming, Murka's cat gets scared, but it looks funny. Daddy gives me pocket money. I save and buy flowers for my mother. She says that it is not necessary to do this, but I understand that deep down she likes it. This is a sign of my attention and love. It is not always possible to help her, but if I am asked for something, I obey without question. I think mom can be safely called the person who does the most for the family. She gives the last slice of pizza to dad and dad hands it to me with a smile. I never refuse, I'm afraid to offend my parents. At school I study at "good" and "excellent", in the future I will help my mother with money. She will go to beauty salons every weekend and buy dresses once a month.
