My Mom My Hero(Rosemary Kersting) MY hero has to be my Mom. She taught me everything I know. She taught me how to be strong and become a lady at a very young age. I became a little lady, I would do what a big lady could do. My Mom was only 7 months pregnant when I was born. I weighed only 2 pounds, I was so little that she had to hold my little mouth open to stick a bottle nipple in my mouth to feed me goats milk. At that time I only had one brother. He told me my bed was a shoe box and that they found me in a dumpster. These things would hurt me and I would cry. my mom would just laugh and get mad at my brother. then my mom decided to move to Tijuana mexico. In 1955 my mom gave birth to my new sister and me and my brother would fight to carry her so my mother would tell my brother that she would have one for him very soon. so in the next nine months my new brother was born. So I got the first baby and my brother got the next one. We just didn't know she was actually giving us the responsibility of taking care of them. I can remember up to when I was five mom worked in the United States. every day she would go and come home and I would be so happy that mom was home with me. By now I could cook and sew and do all kinds of things. I learned the hard way. She trusted me to take care of all the kids. I did a good job. I was like their mother. life was good in mexico. in 1960 my mom brought us to the USA. That was scary. my mom died july 3rd 2003. she gave all 12 of us a good self-learning life.

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