My mother is the person I love the most in this life.
This year, my mother is nearly forty-one years old. Her slender body makes her more beautiful and gentle. My mother has silky long black hair. It's tied up neatly when my mom is out on the street. The black eyes of my mother always look at me with an affectionate look. When she smiles, they look as fresh as a blooming rose. My mom's voice was inspiring, sometimes it is smooth like a lullaby, humming like a nightingale. My mother cooks so well that my brothers and I are always full.

At home, my mother is in charge of housework. She gave me some easy jobs such as sweeping the house, folding clothes, etc. Every time there are guests coming over my house, she always warmly welcomes them, offers fruit plates and cool drinks. In the morning, my mother was the one who gets up early to prepare breakfast for the whole family so that my family members can be ready for school or work on time.
I always love my mother and I am so proud to be a child of her. Every time I am hugged by my mother, I feel so warm that I can stop smiling. In my heart, my mother is my everything. My mother is the most wonderful fairy in my life.