Mom discriptive A paper ENG 101

The chamber of a loaded 9-millimeter berretta was pressed against my head on a sultry August night in Florida. There was only one thought of one person’s eyes that stopped me from taking the ultimate leap of faith. It lifted my soul. The thought was of my mother. Her warm shine that radiates from within, her bubbly charm, globular face, and rosy cheeks topped with hazel and almond shaped eyes are always readily available for me. Her comfort comes in many forms, and she is always ready to lend a comforting hug or simply listen. Even strangers are not exempt to her warmth and bigheartedness.
A worn and torn young man spoke at a local church meeting. I can only imagine the passion in my mom’s heart swelling as he spoke of his need for food and more importantly, his yearning for compassion. She gladly took him to the closest restaurant. Olena was cordial, sensitiv...