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  • Is loving something that can be taught? Or is something that was born with ourselves? This is the story of the woman who,later,came to be my mother .Her name is Eolita and She was born on november 29,1955 in a small country town of Brazil.Her father was married three times and had a total of twelve children,being the last five children from his relationship with Eolita's mother , named Julia. Due to a disagreetment between her parents Eolita and her sinblings were taken from their mother. Later on, she was thought that her mother had passed away until her 30's.Although her family was so big, Eolita spent most of her early age far from them , from five to fourteen years old. It is difficult to imagine how a person who grew up feeling loliness, jealous and sometimes even anger could learn how to be a loving mother.But she could do it, in spite of everything which her family had taught to her.
    My mother's life went from a lonely childhood to a life as single mother.After my mother had tried to keep us as a family during six years,she could not bear my father's irresponsible behavior;such as : drunkness, gambling and other women.Even though he had never been violet with our family, my mother decided that was not a healthy surrounding to raise her family.So, she finally left him and moved with me and my brother to a nearby city and my father had been absent in our lives since then.At that time my mother was pregnant with my little sister,without any money or any support from my father .This woman who had been raised with no picture of any parents had to be both simutanelously,trying to fill the lack of affection left by my father.During those beginnig's years she could count on some support from my grandfather , sometimes looking after us and other times with some financial help.As my mother had to work full time we did not spend too much time together. Because when she arrived at home,we had gone to sleep and when she woke up to work, we had not gotten up yet.But we still had our weekends that we enjoyed talking and playing together.We grew up surround by my mother's love, However , we had tough moments which made us admire her even more.
    I believe my mother did a really good job raising our small family.She gave me all my current values.I admire her because of her courage to start everything again , never succumbing to the difficultities.She taught me from the difficult times that nothing is more important than our family and the people that we love.
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