Essay | My Mother, My Best Friend

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Here’s a touching tribute to mom that resonated with me and I hope you’ll enjoy it too.

Photo of a mother and baby daughter taken by a Los Angeles photographer, Gregory MancusoMy Mother, My Best Friend: It’s Not Too Late To Appreciate Your Mom

By  Rebekah Sewell

I had a special relationship with my mom. I know tons of girls say that, but I really mean it. We had a bond closer than blood; however, we didn’t even share blood.

My mom adopted me from South Korea when I was 5 months old. She had already adopted three of my siblings when she picked me up from the airport.

Photo of a mother and baby daughter taken by a Los Angeles photographer, Gregory Mancuso

photo by Gregory Mancuso ©

This Sunday will be the third Mother’s Day I’ve spent without her, and let me tell you, the pain is still fresh.

I still remember all the little things I used to do for my mom on special holidays. I’d write her handwritten cards using pink crayons; I’d make an envelope out of construction paper and dot it with tiny hearts.

My mom was a special lady. She was a teacher, a single mom and an honest, truly good person. She didn’t lie or speak badly of others, and she always put her children first.

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