When I was younger I used to be scared of my mum; she’s a woman with a very strong personality. I remember whenever we used to go out to an event, everyone could feel her presence, and a lot of people respected her even men were afraid of her lool. I think the only time I saw her weakness was when she suffered from partial Stroke she was at the hospital for more than a month. I got scared because I didn’t know what was going to happen, but luckily she survived it. My mum and I have different personalities, but I profoundly admire her knowing what she went through and the sacrifices she made.