Since I was young, I have studied with many teachers. The math teacher, science teacher, Thai teacher, English teacher, etc. All of these teachers pass on knowledge to me. I cannot refuse that they are one of my steps to grow up. Every teacher has their own role that is to teach students in every workday, but there is only one teacher who never stops doing her role since I was born. She is my first and last teacher.
My first teacher, She does not wear a uniform. She wears only a shirt and jeans. She has no rank, She is just family leadership. She does not have an official car, she has only an old car that use for take me to school. Although She did not graduate bachelor of education from a famous university and She does not have a thick text book like another teacher, She has a tender smile and a small heart but full of affection, conceitedness and spirit of the teacher. I called her mom.