She cooked for us everyday,
scolding us in any way.
even though shes like that,
we still love her no matter what.
She love us,
especially my father, Nilo Jumao-as.
even though they fought many times,
I can still see the love in their eyes.
She could be my friend who shares her blessings,
she could be my sister who comforts me during troubles,
She is my Mother my Heroine all over.
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