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My mom is the nicest person in the world. It doesn’t matter how much my bro and I trouble her, she never gets loony. Even if we mess the house up and turn it into a war area, she always has a smile on her face. I remember when I was younger, my brother and I were playing and he kidnapped my Barbie doll toy and hid it in the house. In my try to find it, I turned the house inside out and made an comprehensive complete mess. While playing with my bro, I never realized how bad the messes that we created were, but it always fun to run around without a care, not worrying about the mess.

One time we were messing around the house the door chime rang. We were all of a sudden knocked back to our sense and shouted Oh My Goodness we are in so much trouble! We had made the house into a mess, and it was obvious that our mom would kill us. We were both so frightened but we had no option except to open the door for our mom. Our mom walked in, saw the mess, and questioned if an alien had attacked. At first the two of us were quiet but eventually admitted that we were just playing. My brother had hid my toy and I was attempting to find it, to which my mum smiled and mentioned so did you find her?

I was taking a look at her face somewhat confused she took it so straightforward. She decided to help me find it, which was a relief. She played with us the entire day and ultimately we found the Barbie. That’s how amazing she was. After we played, the three of us worked together to clean the house all without a frown.

Another time we were eating at my mom’s’s marriage in China. My bro and I were pony playing at the dinner table. Our mom berated us and told us to be safe but we ended up dropping plates. To my mystification, our ma started to yell and nearly hit my bro. We were startled because we’ve never seen this side of our mom before. Our father explained the marriage was vital to my mummy and the plates were passed down generation to generation from her grand mummy.

A little time had passed since then and our parent’s anniversary was coming up and we needed to surprise them. While they were out, we decided to cook them a nice dinner. Sadly while we cooked we broke another antique plate. My bro questioned if there had been another copy that we could buy like the replica purse that our mummy wears. I thought it absolutely was a great idea. I rushed to the shop and picked on up and replaced the plate we broke. We had dinner and she did not even notice. We had gotten away with the incontrovertible fact that we broke her plate. Our mom taught us a great lesson by buying herself a reproduction purse.