I was probably thinking about not having a mom. I guess the reason I thought that way is because my grandmother raised me after my first birthday. According to my mother, I sometimes went to my parents' house, but I suddenly said that I would not go back to my grandmother's house when I was four years old. Mom needed Grandma's help more, but Grandma left me behind and I started living with my family again. I think that moment was the moment I realized that the woman who came to see me two or three times a week was my mom. In fact, I couldn't remember what happened to me, I only remembered my mom as a perfect mom, a perfect mentor, and a perfect best friend. She was a perfect mother. When I was little, mom didn't seem to like something. Mom always gave me and my older brother delicious parts of food like strawberries, melons and fried chicken legs first, so we asked her if you don't like those kind of delicious parts. She always answered no; we couldn't understand why people didn't like fried thighs. In that moment, young, naive and trusting as I was, I believed what he said, but who didn't like that? Of course we no longer believed his lies when we grew old enough to understand, but his top priority was always us. She always said, “I feel full and satisfied every time I see you eating something delicious. It's absolutely true. Every mom does it. Afterwards we had to tell her that we wouldn't eat if she hadn't eaten first, or ask her not to make us ungrateful children. On the other hand, she was a good listener. When I was old enough to go to kindergarten, we moved to a new city. As I was moving, I saw some preschoolers in the car that caught my fancy. So the next day my mother took me to kindergarten....... middle of paper... she made me keep my chin high even though the world was not tolerant towards me. The time we spent together made us best friends. These days we still spent time talking late into the night on the weekend when I went to my parents' house. Mom often said she felt proud of me. When she did, I told her I was really happy because I had a wonderful mom. She also didn't have a best friend before, so she was always thinking about when I would be old enough to be friends with her. She was saying she was happy because she had a best friend to talk to. Furthermore, he said that even though I was his daughter, there was something he could learn from me as we talked to each other. It's really great that we know and trust each other deeply, that we share and share our thoughts honestly, and that we have a strong commitment to each other. We are a match made in heaven.