Steem Women Club Engagement Contest1: A True Story With My Lovely Mom

Everyone has a mother. And everyone has a beautiful story to share with her. This post made to appreciate my love for mom that who is the most important person in my life as well as a post for my participation in our newest contest, Steem Women Club Engagement Contest1.

My mother is my fairy, And fairy is a gentle figure, kind and helpful. That's the picture of my mother. She did not hesitate to help my neighbor. Even though my mother could not help with material or financial support, she always helped with her energy and skills. Every event held in the village, be it a wedding ceremony or a funeral celebration, She was always present with them.

I could have lost anyone in my life. But not with mother. Mother is my positive energy. I am a woman who likes extracurricular activities such as scouting activities and dance studios. My mother is the strongest supporter for me. My father did not allow me to join the scouts. I persuaded my mother to allow it. And two days later, my father allowed me.

I don't know what mom said, so my dad allowed it. I have a myriad of best memories with my mother that if I wrote it down today, I would not have had time to participate in this contest. In 2017, I had a very touching story. It was a cloudy day. The atmosphere of my boarding school was filled with a crowd of student guardians visiting their children. I have called my mother to meet me. She said yes and will attend in the afternoon after Asr's prayer.

I sent her a text message containing some study and food needs. I ordered Sate Padang, Mango Juice and a Flashdisk containing my final project. I have made an appointment with the lecturer to meet him tomorrow morning. I like Sate since childhood. And don't be surprised if you eat at least ten skewers of Sate. Especially the Sate Apaleh Geurugok. The day is getting cloudy. One by one, the raindrops fell into my window. I was on the third floor could see a very thick rain fog from the direction where I lived.

Not long after, the students and their guardians ran to a safe place to take shelter. I looked at the clock, 4:30 p.m. m, and my mother never arrived. I went down to the kiosks and called my mother. No one answered. My mood is chaotic, restless, and restless. On the one hand, I am afraid that I will fail to meet the supervisor the next day, and on the other hand, I am afraid that my mother will not be able to go on the road if it is raining.

Not long after, two people standing wet in familiar clothes stood at the side of the cafeteria. The atmosphere of emotion ensued, and I hugged my mother. She wiped my tears. I did not dare to embrace the father figure who was very firm and quiet. We sat on the bench. My mother handed me a rectangular plastic bag containing a flash drive. I sat with them eating Sate together while waiting for the rain to stop.

That's how my mother fought for her daughter. And she was able to get through the rain without a raincoat. Thanks mom, you have succeeded in instilling the values of kindness, struggle, and sincerity in me. You are always ingrained in my heart.