Third Place - Form Two Writing Competition



                               

I love you mother. I know the sentence is short, but it contains a lot of meanings. I know I may be mean to you sometimes but that does not mean I do not love you. Mother, I really appreciate all the things that you have been doing for me. In this essay, I am going to express my feelings towards you mother.


            Mom, you are the most caring mother. You take care of me when I am sick. You are always by my side when I need you. As you know, I am really thankful for having a caring mother like you. I promise that I will not talk back to you. Plus, I will try my best to do everything that you ask me to.


            Moreover, you are a great supporter. When I am taking part in a competition, you will always be the first to wish me good luck. Besides that, when I am about to give up on anything, you will be there to support me. How grateful I am to have a mother like you.


            Lastly, you are a good listener who is willing to lend an ear to my problems and give me good advice. I really appreciate all the little things you have done, mom. And, although you are busy, you always try to spend quality time with me.


            Therefore, in a nutshell, I really love you, mother. I am really grateful and thankful to have a loving mom like you. I promise I will study hard and try my best to be a good mother like you when I grow up. I really, really, really love you.

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