I grew up knowing that
Superman, Batman, Ironman, Wonderwoman, the Fantastic Four, the X-Men and
Captain America were the only superheroes existing (If they really exist. I was
a child back then, I didn’t know. Don’t blame me.) But as I grew older, I have
discovered Lastikman, Panday, Captain Barbel, the Super Twins, Darna and Volta
are also superheroes. Nah, I’m just kidding. As I grew older, I have discovered
that one person is more worthy to be called a hero, my mother.
She’s not just an ordinary hero, she’s a
superduperextremebonggangbonggangsuperhero ever! She’s my BFF. She has more
super powers than you could ever imagine. She uses her super hearing powers to listen
to my problems; she uses her super cuddle power when I need comfort; she uses
her super soothing voice to tuck me at night and; a she uses her super cheering
power to support me every step of the way. She is the strongest person I’ve ever
met. Stronger than any super heroes. She has brought me to life. She is the
reason why I am existing. She is the reason why I survived. She has saved me a
trillion times. She is my mother, my hero, my SUPERMOM.
