My mom carried me for nine months. She felt sick for those months with nausea, and then she watched her feet swell & her skin stretch. She cried from pain and emotional wreck at times. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and she even suffered many sleepless nights. She then went through excruciating pain to bring me into this world. Then, she became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher & my best friend. She’s struggled for me, cried over me, hoped the best for me and prayed for me. Most of us take our mom for granted.