My mother is my hero because I’ve never seen someone do so much with so little. She is so smart and efficient. She really knows how to make a dollar stretch.
I think it's blue. Or burgundy.
Mangos, or just fruits.
I would go on a mini vacation with my family and friends.
When I was in Haiti and my mom was in America, she sent me a bike, without training wheels! I was young and I didn’t know how to ride a bike. None of my cousins knew how to ride a bike. My younger cousin and I would push each other around on the bike until we finally learned. That bike took us on a lot of adventures. One time the bike had a flat tire, and we didn’t have a personal pump. We had to go to the store and pump the tire, but it cost a dollar. We didn’t have a dollar, so we decided to rent the bike, with the flat tire. We received the money first and let them ride the bike. Afterwards, we went to the store and pumped the tire, and off we went on our adventures. When I moved to America, my cousin and I won bikes through a program from school. It was like history repeated itself all over again.