Mother's Son It was late in the afternoon when we heard a knock at the door. My brother and I ran to the kitchen to hide, afraid of whoever might be outside the house trying to enter. My mother walked proudly towards the door as we watched, and my father was in the next room. Once opened, two uniformed men with gold badges begin talking to Mother. She nodded and they entered the house. They looked around and recognized my brother and I with smiles as we remained hidden. Stumbling, my father entered the living room to ask my mother who was at the door, but when he entered, his expression changed and the smiles disappeared from the two police officers. He was grabbed and I rushed into his arms in fear. His breath smelled of alcohol, but with such uneasiness; It didn't bother me. The screaming started to fill the house and my mother pulled me away protectively, then sat my brother and I down on the couch. Soon my father was gone and the commotion had calmed down. Mother, broken and crying, calmed my brother and me; she consoled us with her grip and kept us in her grip from now on. It was only when I saw my father after school to go home that I became closer to Mother. During my childhood, my mother and I were together, and during this time, I observed and eventually reflected my mother's personality. She is a frank, opinionated and proud woman who cannot stand being kicked. In everything, she was right and when she wasn't, she always was. Nothing ever stopped him from protecting his family. If something or someone got in the way of him or his children, the mountains would shake in terror. When my brother and I were in need, she quickly shed the brick exterior of her house and became the warm-hearted woman I knew her to be. Mother knew what was best, and I... middle of paper... every bit of wisdom she gave me was given with love. She wouldn't hide anything embarrassing to protect her image. However, honesty was always given to teach us, no matter what it looked like; she often gave advice that I knew was wrong. She loves me and wants the best for me, but she doesn't look at what God says is true and right. In everything she did, she did it with love, and I know that was the case. Mother is a woman I respect. She raised me, taught me and helped me grow. Through her strength she cared for me, through her stubborn attitude she helped me learn to stand up for what is right, and through her wisdom she helped me become who I am. I learned from her and became like her in many ways. Although I may draw strength from God, have different opinions, and know where to look for truth, she and I are a lot alike; I am my mother's son.