My Hero “Who is your best friend?” asked my persnickety grandmother. “Christy.” I replied. “No, she’s not,” Elsie retorted. I sat there thinking how in the world my grandmother would know if she was my best friend or not. She didn’t even live in the same state as me! So, I replied back. “Well then who is?” With that, Elsie answered “your mother. Your mother is your best friend.” It took me a long time to realize that truly, my best friend, really is my mom. When I recognized that, I perceived that my mother is also a hero in my eyes.
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