My mother is a character, a walking contradiction. She is both sweet and feisty, headstrong, and the ultimate pusong mamon.
Her tough exterior sometimes makes me forget all the wonderful things about her. She is the number one giver of tough love and it is only lately that I have learned to appreciate that more. Despite her toughness, I know that she only does it out of love and I know that I would not be where I am today without. If she chose to parent any other way, my brothers and I will not have the strength to fight for the things we want or go after the life we have dreamed of when we were younger.