My mum is quite short and average weight. She’s got tanned skin and a round face. Her hair is short straight brown with brighter strikes and she’s got big brown eyes. She’s got meaty lips, a average big nose and small ears, she always wears earrings.
She’s friendly and dynamic; she works in a kindergarten’s kitchen, she always tells me how much she hates the cook and sometimes she talks about the children, too. She has to clean the house at least three times a day and you can’t touch anything because if you do it she has to clean it, it’s like you walk and she follows you to clean what you soiled with your fingerprints. I think she’s a little pampered (I guess is my dad’s fault, he would do anything for her) she has to point out every day at least one thing that she has to change in the house and she points it out as long as my daddy doesn’t do what she wants; and if my daddy doesn’t do it or tells her that he’s tired she is offended or she repeats the request the day after. Sometimes she tells me that she wants something, for example when I’m doing my homework she comes to me and says: “Do you want an ice-cream?”, which means that she wants an ice-cream, but she doesn’t want to be alone so she asks it to the first person she sees because she thinks that in that moment everybody wants an ice-cream.
She always says she likes traveling, sometimes she comes to you and says a few places she would like visiting and if you tell her you don’t like a place she likes, she tries to convince you that place is wonderful. If you tell her that you like a place she doesn’t like, she tries to convince you that place is the most horrible on the planet.
When we travel, I would like knowing new things and eat traditional food, but she doesn’t. When we travel with her (therefore every time we travel) we have to go only to familiar places and eat only in a pizzeria
She loves shopping, she loves watching things she could never afford and tell it out loud, because all the world has to know it, it’s so obvious.