Hello. Today, my mom returned to my house with bad news, my mom lost her job. Everyone can lose his or her work, it's certain but we are only two, my mother and I. My dad died 2 years ago and my mother found herself, without anybody to take care of me, she must educate me, she must teach me things about life, she must raise me to become a person. And all of this, she must do alone. It's hard, very. Because I am a teenage girl and teenagers are often nasty since it is thought that we are only mature, we know everything but it's not that. I thank my mom because she succeeded to help me everytime despite my behavior. She is autoritarian and strict but when I see her eyes, I feel all her love, the love of a mother which does not change. My mom faced all the prejudiced, she showed, she could perservere. But, tonight in mom's eyes, I see worry and I feel that my mom doesn't have more strength to fight against the problem of life. Tonight I took my mom in my arms and I told her that she was very strong.
(Ce texte vient de moi, conçu pour un devoir d'anglais. Je le trouvais sympathique et avait une folle envie de vous le partager c'est ainsi qu'il s'est retrouver en ligne. )