Love is priceless, sweet as honey, and as beautiful as flowers blooming in spring, thus is always charming and attractive. It is love that shapes the world; it is love that helps us understand one another. Without love, it is only hypocritical, fake and illusive. Love nourishes our soul, strengthens our faiths, gives us confidence, guides us to success, with love we proudly enter life and heroically overcome the obstacles that hamper our paths. There are many forms of love; however, the love of a mother to her child is the purest and finest love. Motherhood is unique in a way that it is natural and unconditional. I want to thank my mother for bringing me up and leading me to the world of manhood. It is because of her that I find life valuable; it is because of her that I've learned to love my fellows; it is for her sake that I have the confidence to pursue to dreams.

"Hurry up!" I hear my father shouting nervously at sister Platz while he's reaching for some ice, as Platz's fetching for a bowl. His staring eyes look troubled and fearsome - I don't often see him with such expression on his face. I've been working on my homework in my room, and I sense something going wrong outside the living room. There is an appalled noise as if someone's been thrown up, and let others clean up his mess in horror. Rushing out of my room immediately, I am witnessing the worst scenario in my life. I am completely shocked, my hands are shaken terribly, my teeth are uncontrollably snapping against one another, my stomach seem to burst into pieces - I can barely stand upright, and pause for a moment.

Finally, I'm able to utter some exhausted words that burn up all my strength. "What's going on dad?" I ask painfully, but as casually as I can while striving for consciousness and to stay calm. My frightful eyes are fixing on an agonizing figure leaning on the sofa, with both her hands cover her mouth, and the people who are helping her. My heart is pumping so loud and fast that I

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