My mother

My mother’s name is Marialuisa. She has got long brown hair and brown eyes.

She is quite short, she has an average build, and, like me, small hears.

My mother is a nurse; she works in Palmanova’s hospital. She likes her job, she told me she wanted be a nurse since she was 14 years old.

My mother was born in Latisana and she lived in a small village near there.

In that village now live my aunts, uncles, cousins and my grandmother, and it is surrounded by the country; I love it.

When my mother met my father they moved to Cervignano and finally to Grado where we live now.

She likes Grado but she feels the distance to their relatives, in fact we only sometimes go to visit them because we never find the right moment to go, but in summer we can visit them more often.

My mother likes shopping and cooking and in the last she is very good. My favourite food she makes is “Pasticcio”, I adore it. I’ve suggested her to open a her own restaurant many times, obviously I’m joking.

My mother is generous, kind, nice and sometimes funny, but she is hard about respect, good breading and, last but not least, school; maybe on this one is too hard. Many times I think she has too much a vision of the life like “ora et labora”. But don’t delineate my mother as a tyrant, it’s right that mothers spur on their children to work and apply their selves in all the things that they do.

So this is my mother and even if there are 100 mothers like them, no one of them will never be like my mother.