My Mama

My mama is a dazzling woman. Every time she goes to crowds, ceremonies, meetings or what ever, everybody will look at her. Often people are amazed by her beauty and charm. She is not the most beautiful woman in the world I know, well Queen of Thailand must be one of the most beautiful women alive I bet. My mama has something inside. I don’t know what it is.

When I was a little girl I always wanted to be like mama. When I was a teenager, I was so proud of her. (Indeed until now I still want to be like her.) I was hoping that one day I would be like her. She’s charming, and I wish I would inherit it from her.

One day when I was 11. I just entered junior high school and had a picture for school. Mama starred at it and said that it looked familiar. She went to another room and searched for something. She came back to me and showed me a picture of her and her brother. She said that I looked like her. We were alike, but I wore eyeglasses and she did not. She smiled coquettishly and I did not smile. I was so happy on that night. God please let me inherit her beauty. Silly me.

Mama always tells us, my sister and i, her daughters, that neither of us possesses an extreme beauty. We are not physically beautiful, so we have to be witty. It is true. I cannot rely on my physical appearance to survive. I cannot be a model (and I don’t think I was born for that…..pose….smile….1..2..3…yip…great). I cannot make money on that way. My mama also said that some women can marry to rich guys because they are beautiful, but not us. She doesn’t want us to marry for money lady only takes jewellery from her husband). She wants us to be independent, not depends on others. Study hard, learn many things and support ourselves. Mama doesn’t ask anything in return. She only wants to see us happy.