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Here is a story about my mom. Please excuse my grammar because I am not a American born, so when I write a story or a essay, I am very poor at grammar. But please listen to my story. I think my mother is the best mom in the whole world. Sometimes, I liked to describe her as a “special gift sent from heaven”. Why? Because my mom is the most wonderful, kind, caring person a child like me could asked for.Every time I wake up, my break first will be ready and served; my blanket will be neatly fold and put away; my lunch will be packed and ready to take to work; my laundry will be washed and neatly hung in my closet. If I forget anything, I would just count on my mom because she helps me remember everything. For example, when I get ready to leave the house , my mom would ask me if I had my phone, my work badge and etc.. She would just go on and on as if she running through the check list to make sure I would not forget anything.She is an awesome mom because she supports everything that I do (in terms of career goals) and very protected of me. Although, sometimes I feel that she is too over protected of not allowing me to go out . Back in high school, I remembered asking my mom permission to go camping with the school, but she wouldn’t let me. I even asked permission to go to the high prom and she would not let me. The high prom question lead to a long 3 days lecture about girl pregnancies. For all these years, I looked back at the past and I come to good understanding to why my mom is so overly protected, Now a day, you will see many young teens getting pregnant. It made me looked back at the past and realized that I don’t blame her a bit for anything and I am glad that she is overly protected because she cares about me. Since I am still talking bout the past, let me tell you more about my mom. This is about 20 years or so back in my country when the communist seized control of the whole Cambodian population.My mother was forced to work in the rice field. Every day they would give her food to take home (ex: 1 whole corn), but not enough to feed a family five . With only a little bit of food, she tries to make sure that her child is fed first and what ever is left she would eat. If there’s is nothing left to eat, she would go hungry without food for the rest of the day. Other times, when there is no food to feed her child, she would sneak out and catch fishes .She would do anything just to have food to feed her child. Luckily, my mom had never gotten caught for that, but if she did, the consequences would have been bad. The communist would have killed her and she would not be here today with me. Sometimes when she off to work for several days, she would leave her child with her mother. Every night when the communist give her an hour or two to rest, she would ran home to see her child. For all the things that she has done for me, that is why my mom has become my most “favorite mom”. She is my most favorite Wichita’s mom.