Myra Ackerman

In some ones life, they go on a journey.  A journey of love and hatred, disappointments and excitements, basically everything possible.  In my life, I have already started that journey, and right on board next to me is my mom.  Although we have both have our faults,  it is silly compared to the loveliness of our mother to daughter relationship.  One of my faults is cleaning my room.  I think my mom is messy, but she acts like she has the cleanest room when trying to get me to clean my room, so I will “idolize” her.  One of the problems we face on a regular basis is not understanding each other completely and accurately.  I may be doing my homework, and my mom thinks I’m done, so she will get upset that I’m not practicing piano.  Then, we will both go to our rooms and sulk and ignore each other from a while till we can’t bear having a grudge against each other and come out to talk and make up. My mom is priceless, she is funny, admirable, smart, sweet, in short terms, she is as perfect as you can get.  One admirable aspect of my mom is her job.  She works as a social worker, helping people that never had a chance in life have a home.  It may seem at times like she doesn’t get rich from the job, but it has made her a much richer person and that is all (I for one) need.  I love my mom like you would never believe, and although other people say this, I’m not lying.  Myra Felice Ackerman is the best mother in the world.