Domtila Medrano-Personal Narrative: My Mother

My mom, Domtila Medrano is my mentor. She is 34 year old. she is about 5’3 ft. tall but she looks like she in her mid 20’s. She has soft light skin. She she has light brown hair with blonde highlights. Her hair is long curly. Her eyes are as green as the grass. She is thin. She was born in a small town in Mexico called Zacatecas but, she is a hard working mother and friend to me. She got her citizenship then moved to California after a few years she moved to a small town named Monett, Missouri.

My mom loves donating money when people are in need, and likes to volunteer at church. She took in one of my close friends to live with us until her family are finished remodeling her new house in monett since they moved from Cassville to Monett.

I would notice my mom do little things that made a huge difference in other people's lives. She would go help my uncle out when the horse stepped on his toes and he couldn't be on it for a while. My uncle was in his late 20’s. Tall black hair. He was buff and in shape. He is tan from the sunburn because he enjoys being outside.Dark brown mysterious eyes. My mother would go in and take time even though she had a busy schedule. She would go in pick up the laundry, wash the dishes mop, make sure the house was left clean for him, she put clothes to wash and dry. She made food for him and would go over every single day to see how he was doing and make phone calls to check up on him. She did it because she wanted to not asking for nothing back, she did it from the heart. My uncle offered her money to thank her for helping him but she didn't take it even though she was in need at time but never accepted it. That made me see things in a different way how people will do the same thing back when you're in need it's like chain reaction with a little kindness and compassion it goes from one person to another. You get the feeling of joy and feel like you did something good in even though it was something small it ends up becoming something

He was small guy, scrawny, grey hair. Dark brown skin color and fragile body. I was devastated but i remember the act of helping others like my mom did when my uncle got hurt so i took what my my tought me how she helped him through it. So i took action. During the summer instead of going out and going places i stayed home and helped him. I would wake up early when the sun was up i would make breakfast. You could smell the bacon cooking filling the whole room with the aroma of the bacon. You could hear the crackling noise of the eggs getting broken and sizzling when they hit the pan. I would make him his favorite breakfast. I would get a tray put the food nice and organized with a flower in a vase and take it to him to eat in bed. When I knocked in the door and go in he would asleep and would kiss him on the check. You could feels the wrinkles on his face and his dry face knowing how old he was getting. His eyes would slowly open. He would wake up with the sweetest smile and sparkling eyes the feeling knowing he had some one that would take of him while he couldn't. I would read to him. Adjust pillows and turn on the tv and pour him water. I would massage his leg because he could not take the pain of it because of how swollen they would get. Grandpa would explain to me, “Sweaty i