Personal Narrative: My Mentor

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My teacher and or mentor is no other than my mom, Domtila Medrano. 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 and curly. Her eyes are as green as the grass. She was born in a small town in Mmexico but she is a hard working mother and friend to me. She thean moved to Ccalifornia thean moved to a small town namedin Mmonett, missouri.

My mom loves donating money when people are in need, and. She likes to volunteer at church. She took in one of my close friends to live with us until her family wasare done remodeling her new house in Mmonett since they moved from Ccassville to Mmonett. She also was sending money to the St. Jude's hospital to help the people there. She is very lovable and easy to open up to. She loves to laugh, share smiles, and have a great time, and help others without expecting anything nothing in return.

My mom always told me, “Never give up, hard work pays off.” She also told me “Spread love be kind to others and you will get back something better in return.” 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 fingers and he couldn't be on it for a while. She would go in and take time even though she had a busy …show more content…

He was an elderly man a small scrawny man, gray hair, he look so fragile, from one touch you would think you could break him. My grandpa would do more of the heavy lifting for him around the ranch he had. You could see my great grandpa whip of his sweat with with a cloth. Than he would give him a smile and was grateful for the help his son was giving him around the house. He would tell his son, “Thank you for all the work you done around the house son. I appreciate it.” They hug each other with a