I have a mother back there in Illinois who is old and feeble. I haven't seen her this many a year and haven't been a good son to her, yet I love her better than anything in this life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My son has an old mother.
She comes from the Midwest. She had me at a very young age and raised me on her own. She's a very hard worker.
My grandfather died when I was 12, but I remember the sorrow of my mother. Even now, she's an old lady, but when she speaks about her father, she looks young. A love like that is undefeated, you know?
I love my mother dearly, but it wouldn't be suitable for me to live with her all the time.
I visited my father for the full ten years that he was in prison, so we already had a deep and loving relationship, and remembered our mother at those times.
My mom is painfully sweet; she's from Nebraska.
I love my mother so much, because I see the whole of her.
But the truth is I wanted to have my daughter for so long. It's not the kind of thing you can visit, motherhood. Especially in the early years. Now she's eight, and I'm still not going to go anywhere.
My daughter is a preschooler but I have only known her for a while. She is adopted.
I have a 92 year old father whose doing beautifully who lives in Chicago and a sister and a nephew and a niece and I love coming back and try to do so fairly often.