[align=left]There's no way to explain one person from another. If there's one I can explain, it would have to be my mother. From when I was conceived, this is true you'll see. My Mother has cared, nurtured, and truly loved me. She carried me for nine months, maybe more. Then goes through pain, that she has never felt before. Once it's over, she holds me in her arms. I'm cold, I shiver, but feel warmth and no harm. She takes me home for the first time. She's always by my side and that's fine. Then as I grow older, so does my Mother. But she's still always there for me, and it's not a bother. She's not just my Mother, but a friend till the end. I'll love always and forever Mom, your son and best friend.