From the start, she kissed my boo-boos and wiped my tears. She told me my outfit was unique as it was full of stripes, polka dots, flowers, and many mis-matched colors. She let me run as fast as i thought i could until my lungs burnt or I fell down and she had to pick me back up.
My mother, the strongest person I know, fell down once too.
I did not know how to kiss her boo-boos and i didn't know why I wiped her tears. Her fall was different from the ones I had though. She fell into more than just a ditch on the side of the road from riding a bike; she fell into something more that would not leave just one scratch or bruise.
My mother battled something not everyone has to, and not everyone understands. She fought in order to show my brother and I what wonderful things we are blessed with. She fought until she cried, she fought until she could not smile anymore, she fought until that last day when the doctor told her she was free. And then she smiled. She picked herself up again and began to stop crying. She picked herself up, and kissed her own boo-boos and the only other person I learned that was able to do so, were superheroes.
Why my mom means the world to me is answered with one sentence.
My mom means the world to me because I would have no world without her.
