What's it like to be my mom?
To raise a colorful character on your own,
Always being there even when you're not home,
And never giving up no matter what I haven't done?

How can you still be able to smile,
Despite the worry you get and the shouting you give?
How can you sleep peacefully at night,
When you still have a grown man's welfare to worry about?
And yet, I see her smile beautifully...