My mother only knows giving love, love and love. She is a housewife, I don’t think she is desperate but, sometimes she is angry, I don’t understand why. I hope it’s not our fault. She is a formidable cook, she obviously has secrets, because everytimes it tastes so good. She knows I love pizzas but she says I should stop eating the same things. She is still present for us. I met a lot of problems on my road, so I gave them more worries than necessary. It’s hard to know how to thank them. She loves my dad a lot too, what is rare in the current society.