A relationship that I truly treasure is that of myself and my mom. I remember the day I was in a fight with my mom, and my grandpa told me, “You should just forget about this fight, your mom is going to be your best friend forever, no matter what.” I thought he was crazy when he told me that. I had always taken my mom for granted, or at least it seems that way now that I look back. Now that I am away hundreds of miles away at school, it seems as though I am closer to her than ever. She truly is my best friend, and I can go to her with whatever problems I have. She supports me when I am doing something great, and when I am not succeeding. She is the one person in this world that knows everything about me, and loves everything about me. She is a whirl wind of adjectives; fun, loving, stern, supportive, and beautiful. She is my mother, but more importantly my best friend.
I think this best friendship connection we have going, really started my senior year in high school. It was probably a coming of age thing, where I was finally mature enough to just be friends, and not be a person in which she just has to “babysit.” Our relationship has significant factors that make it great, such as our honesty and respect for each other. I have never lied to her, and I know she returns the same courtesy. I am respectful to her and all of her belongings, as she is to me. We share a lot of things, and that gives us a strong bond. We have similar tastes in most things, and therefore it makes us one in the same.
We also have physical characteristics that make us similar. We are both tall and kind of lanky. I have been told that I am the “spitting image” of my mom; I take that as a compliment. My mom is everything to me. She is the person I can just be myself around. She accepts me for everything I am, and want to be.
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