Melissa Escobar

Period: 4
9/15/14
Mother

Strangers. American society always teaches us not to talk to strangers, but in reality
without strangers we would be alone all the time. It all started with a mother, whom I did not
know, the mother who carried me in her uterus for 8 long months, the mother I did not love nor
care for, the mother that loved me with such a passion that her heart became so fragile, the
mother, that didnt exist.
Acquaintances. Someone who is stuck in the middle, between a wall and a sword, not a
stranger nor a friend. I was five years old and I was trembling as violently as a 9.7 magnitude
earthquake on the Richter scale. My soul felt like it was somehow detached from my body and
forever lost. I didnt know anyone. My tear duct released wet blobs of warm water down my
cheeks making me seem vulnerable. I had been taught to be tough. But I wasnt. I was alone.
Isolated from everything I knew. I didnt recognize anything. Lost and confused.
A nicely dressed women came dashing faster than lightning towards me with her arms
wide open like a bear. A hard and frightening tension swelled up in my chest and worked its way
up to my vocal cords collecting a high powerful screeching sound. It tore my mouth open and
zoomed towards the airport walls finally lading the ferocious beast. The beast starred at the
frightened little girl whom stood so innocently with her pigtails flowing like a warm spring
breeze, in confusion. The beast suddenly transformed into a small queen like figure and smiled at
the little girl. I looked cowardly and slightly scared, but suddenly she said, Melissa, Im your
mother. And my head did a 360 degree turn questioning myself, what was a mother?

Friends. I had a bond with my mother, she was so pretty and her aura released a
delicate chocolate feeling, it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. As I lived with her I began
to remember all the stories my grandma told me about a beautiful queen that matched my
mothers description. The stories would be about a queen that was desperately waiting for her
princess that was in a faraway land preparing to become strong and independent. Everyday my
love for her grew massively. I no longer was lost, just a bit flustered because I didnt understand
why she waited so long to bring me back.
Best friends. Eleven years have passed since then and I cant imagine a day without her.
She is the most important person in my life and even though there are hard times it makes our
love stronger. Waking up knowing her heart is still beating is a blessing. I finally understand
what a mother is. It is unconditional love. A love so eternal that no power on earth can terminate
it. A love that will sacrifice itself for their offspring. A love that will continue to grow each and
every day as long as I live. A mother is the worlds most precious gem.