"My mother is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune."
Gracie Harmon
You may have assumed right – I am writing about the dearest woman for me on earth, the one who bestowed me the present of being. My mother is the most marvelous, the most benevolent and the cleverest person I'm most honored to know.
My mother's name is Irene, and she is 47 years old. My mother was born in Leningrad (currently St. Petersburg) on the 21st of April 1961. During her 23th birthday celebration, she received a proposal from an uninvited visitant, who happened to be my father. Since that magical day, they would be a married couple, raising three children: Karen (1985), Ariel (1987) and I (1993).
My mother acquired her medical education in Pavlov's First Institute of Medicine. Since immigrating to Israel, my mother is no longer practicing medicine, though she is nowadays assisting my father on house calls. Besides her profession, my mother also has a host of hobbies, such as reading mystery books and having a splendid time with the whole family.
I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine – she helps me grow, prosper and reach great heights.
So Dear Mother... Thanks for everything! I Love You!
That's just beautiful. But, don't forget the structure we talked about. You must always remember to divide your writing into paragraphs, since it is an essay.
Other than that, your work is excellent!
Daphna.
