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The Person Who taught me writing and the Significant role she played in my life
It took me eighteen years to finally realize what an extraordinary influence my mother has been on my life. She is the kind of mother who always have time for her children, and the kind of community teacher who always go above and beyond to make sure her students are on the same page. My mother spent a lot of time with me, most of it consisted of playing hide and seek, running in the backyard, riddles, storytelling and singing. She exposed me to many narratives which she liked and often tasked me to compose my own narratives and recite to her. Most of my narratives were brief and unclear, but she liked them. She also motivated me to write a narrative each time she recited one to me. She tasked me to writing my own compositions. This became the basis of my writing class as she guided me through my mistakes in spelling and word structure.
Growing up with such a strong role model, I developed many of her enthusiasms. I wasn't just excited of learning simply for the sake of knowing something new, but also came to understand the idea of giving back to the community in exchange for a new sense of life and love.
The attitude that my mother used indicates her importance in my life. She instilled in me a culture of creativity and demonstrated in me that I can utilize my environment for creativity. When I was three years old, I learned the alphabet. My mother taught me the ABCs herself.
Reading and writing has become an integral part of my life from an early stage. My mother and my older sisters all loved to read and write. In a way, it's confusing that I learned to read so early, because unlike the speech skills of most children with nonverbal learning disabilities, mine were delayed. At two years of age, I spoke my first words; my first sentence when I was four; and I still used baby talk when I was five. I became a chatty, talkative child by nature once I learned how to speak. In fact, one of the things others will complain of was, "You talk too much!".
I cannot tell all about my mother without mentioning my dad. As my mum taught me the alphabet at an early age my dad my dad saw to it that I was supplied with books. My dad purchased picture books for me and mostly checked them out of the library as well. I won't call it luck to have such an amazing parent who influenced me so much in my education and most importantly learning to read and write.
Night after night, my mother read to me. I would take stacks of storybooks to her, and while I sat on her lap, she would read them to me. As a result, I learned to read at the age of six. Not only that, my mum also taught me how to copy some pages of my books just to improve my writing skills.
My mother's passion for learning preferably learning how to write is most apparent during leisure hours. I was nine years old by then. Every leisure time my mother sat with me reading stories and I taking notes. In addition, I also learned to improve my writing during my family vacations. I remember my family visited Egypt. Every night for four weeks before the trip, I sat with my mother on her bed reading Egyptian myths and taking notes on the Egyptian pharaohs. Even though this was our first family vacation overseas, we settled in well and comfortably. I vividly remember standing near a pyramid pretending to be an ancient Pharaoh giving out instructions. Eight years and half a dozen passport stamps later I have come to value what I have learned on these journeys about global history and culture, as well as my family and myself.
While I value the various worlds, my mother has opened to me both home and abroad, my life has been equally transformed by what she has showed me. I often accompanied my mother to a