CHAPTER TWO

My dear mother, the dominant figure to my early years of earth's existence, taught me the things I could develop as I grow. As I assess things today, I firmly believe, I have truly developed the things she taught me and I am happy for I didn't fail her. From her, I've known what is right and what is wrong. She taught me when to laugh and when to cry believing that it's only normal for a human being to show his feelings. She even taught me when to shed tears of joy and when to burst into laughs of failure. I believe she is a goddess, she eased my pains when I was hurt and relieved me of fears when I was afraid. She was my fan, too,she applauded my achievements, cried for my shattered dreams and ambitions, and for my defeats when I stumbled in a part of my life. She was and still is a great mentor teaching me to appreciate the beauty of life, even the unmistakable ugliness of those things I could see, feel or think of; even of those I could not . .