Remember when you were in Elementary and your teacher asked you who your hero was? Well I do. Anyone who knows me knows that my mom is my rock, my best friend, and my hero. Unfortunately, being a hero has its price. I began to notice people staring when I was around ten years old. We were eating at a restaurant and I noticed a couple of teenagers continuously looking at our table and whispering to each other. I couldn’t figure out what their problem was or why they were so intrigued with my family. What those teenagers didn’t know is that with every whisper they were demolishing my mom’s self-confidence and with every sideways glance at our table they were killing her strength. As I’ve gotten older I have noticed more stares and more whispers. Although I no longer question as to what they are staring at, I question why the hell they are staring at my mother. My mom has been there for me when no one else was, when I felt like my world was ending she was there to pick up the pieces. She taught me the true way to love someone unconditionally, with every ounce of your well-being. She taught me how to forgive others that did not deserve my forgiveness.