My mother is forty years old this year. Mom has an oval face. The skin has spots of freckles. Skin is not as white as before. Mom is not very tall. Pretty plump figure. His hands were calloused from days of hard work. My mother is a doctor. Mother's daily work is extremely busy. But mom still spends time at home to cook for the whole family. For her, dinner is the time when the whole family reunites after a hard day of work or study. Therefore, the meal is always taken care of by the mother.

When I was a child, I made my mother worry many times. It could be the times when I was sick, my mother had to stay up all night to take care of me. It might be when I'm busy playing with my friends and come home late. It could be when I didn't study and got a bad grade. Each time, my mother gently advised.

One day, after school, a group of friends in the class asked me to go out. Without thinking, I agreed. Because I was busy playing, by the time I realized it, it was already around nine o'clock in the evening. I felt quite scared and quickly cycled back home. At the dark road, I suddenly hit a motorbike. I fell down, feeling pain in my limbs. The motorcyclist quickly inquired and called his mother to come.

Looking at my mother's worried face at that time, I felt very regretful. I hugged my mother and cried. Mom just gently patted my head and said, "It's okay, baby!". Through that memory, I understood my mother's love for me. Since then, I tried to study hard and help my mother with the housework.

This year, her mother is about 40 years old, currently an employee of a food processing factory. Mom is small in stature, but very healthy. A mother alone can do everything, from cooking, cleaning, to taking care of children, just like superheroes. Because of working at home for a long time, my mother has fair skin. My mother's hair is long to the middle of her back, a bit frizzy at the end. Normally, she will bun her hair up with a small rope. Mother's face is a round, full, kind face. With dark almond eyes and willow-leaf brows. The thing that makes me like the most is the bright smile of my mother. It's like a miniature sun. Normally, she always dresses simply like her personality. Although rustic, but still exudes a loving and sweet beauty. A typical Vietnamese rural woman. My mother took care of the water work and the housework. I always feel my mother's passionate love through everything. From the clothes that are washed, folded in the closet. From delicious meals. From small gifts to special occasions. From gentle hugs, sleepless nights to take care of you when you're sick. Everything is so simple yet so precious.