My mother

I remember my mother. She was a great cook. the best cook ever. Every Sunday, we had a big dinner . My mother made many delicious food, and we helped her . So ever everyday , we ate different delicious food .

Sometimes she got mad, but only when we did wrong things. She always defended us when we got into trouble . My mother was kind and generous. She gave food to poor people. She never made them feel bad about taking it. She made people feel good. Just like she made me feel good.