When I was tired and hungry, she gave me food and warm arms to sleep. When I was two years old, she ensured my safety and kept me away from danger.
When I fell and got hurt, she gave me a hug and helped me up.
I had a bad cough when I was seven years old. She said not to give me ice cream.
But I retorted loudly,
"I should be allowed to eat some! Give it to me now! " When I was nine years old and watched horror movies,
She said it would give me nightmares. But I shouted back angrily, "I should see it! I am not a child! "
When I was a teenager, I went out to play with my friend. She said, "Please come back before ten!" " But I refuted it again—
"I shouldn't be told what to do! Now that I am SPAN adult, I recall those days when I coughed for a few days after eating ice cream and had terrible dreams after watching movies. I was late for school because I didn't go home until after ten o'clock. I regret talking back and not listening to my mother. Mom knows best that for me, she only wants the best!