My Mom, Deborah

A hero doesn't have to be famous. A hero doesn’t have to have saved a life, or helped a nation. One must consider that a hero is just a person that somebody can look up to. It doesn’t mean they accomplished a huge feat in the world's eyes. But they may have in just one person’s eyes. My hero did not save somebody from death, but helped them live. This person did not create a cure for the common cold, but she always had the chicken soup to get that little child feeling better. She never wrote a book, or got the Noble Peace Prize. She was never recognized by the world as a hero, but in my eyes, she's as much of a hero as Einstein or Martin Luther King. The person I am talking about is my mother.

My mom was born in the state of Virginia. She had two older sisters, Mary and Victoria. She never really got along with them very well. Pretty much all her years in school, she was an outcast, making herself a bully to have at least some authority. Her grades were terrible too, but she survived. Nobody really knew what went on in that house she lived in. She was always cleaning, or doing chores. There was never time to go out and play, or make friends. Her mother was mean to her and treated her like dirt, along with her other sisters. So she had a pretty bad home life.

When she got into high school, she met a boy named Charles. She ended up dating this boy and when she was 18 years old, she married him. Soon after, she had a daughter by the name of Amber. Eventually, after Charles's extensive drug usage, she divorced him. Then she moved in with her parents. From then until she was 35 she lived with them. As of now, she is engaged to a man named Paul.

The reason why I chose this person as my hero was because she inspired me to believe that things will work themselves out, no matter how bad they can be. She kept me safe and worked hard to bring food to the table. When I was younger we really had no money at all. My mom was working a lot of jobs and my father was always taking her money for drugs. We lived in a trailer at the time and always had to move because we were always evicted. My dad would steal the car and go on druggie hangouts. All that time, she stood strong and tried her hardest to keep us in the trailer we were in.

All she did her whole life was work her hardest. Although she had help from her parents, she still worked her hardest at her job. I can thank her for everything I have now. A home, a loving family. She got us out of the mess we were in and got us into a happy life.