Hardworking and successful

Although have always loved my mom, there were times that I hated her. When I was a school boy, she used to call me "tamed" (lazy). She would always compare me with my uncle Danny, who was jobless. She kept on saying that I was very like him. She said that when I grow up, I will be become like him, jobless and arrogant. She said it so seriously that made me scared about my future. She kept on saying those things every time she saw me doing nothing at home. I hated her for that because it hurt. 

It’s true that I'm lazy. I do not do household chores and I hate it. I hate washing dishes, sweeping the floor, ironing the clothes, making my bed and those ‘whatever’. Those things suck. They’re waste of time. Now that imp a grown up, I still hate those things and imp not ashamed of it. Though imp lazy, that doesn’t mean that I won’t be successful in life. Right now, imp the one who lives my life. Imp the one who spends for my fun and adventure.

My mom was wrong. Uncle Danny now has a good job in the best school in my hometown. Though it’s kind of too late because he a bit old now. And most of all, I grew up not being like my uncle. But thanks to her, I wouldn't be where I am today if not because of my mom.