My Hero: My Mother Is A Hero

Who is your hero? For me, it is definitely my mother. Two years ago, our family immigrated to the United States in search of a better education for my brother and me. Before we moved, I had already predicted immigration would be arduous for my parents as they could only communicate in the simplest English. However, it was my mother who spoke the broken English fought fiercely for our family. I could still remember the first time we took the bus in San Francisco, there was no a sign that indicated how much the bus fare was. Afraid of speaking in English, my brother and I tried to search the bus fare on the internet instead of asking others. Unfortunately, the internet was slow, and we had not searched anything useful before the bus arrived. But we got on the bus anyway, and we were stifled, not knowing what to say. At the moment, my mother asked the bus driver calmly, “How much is the ‘bus’? Where you ‘go’ to ?” I was immediately embarrassed by her grammatical mistakes and poor spoken English. That night, I found myself guilty of blaming her. For those who spook English, we just knew standing passively at the back of my mother and letting her handle these language and cultural obstacles. I was a hypocrite and a coward, but my mother is truly a hero.

Compared to some remarkable heroes, like Stephen Hawking, Rosa Parks, and Nelson Mandela, my mother is certainly a small hero. But what makes a person a hero? According to What is a Hero by Rob Cipriano, he defines, “A hero is