Five hundred words or less cannot begin to describe the essence and immeasurable impact of a hero. The standard definition of these inspirational individuals is non-existent because the perception of a hero is shaped by one’s unique and personal experiences. To me, a hero does not see their dedication and time spent as sacrificial but more as instinctual, nor do they seek recognition or praise. Heroes work endlessly to provide on the behalf of others before themselves. They possess the characteristic of selflessness, meaning their own needs and desires are willingly pushed to the back of their mind to allow for the well-being of others to come forth in their agendas. Based on my sixteen years so far, I truly believe my mother is my hero. Her physical strength fades as each year welcomes her but her mental strength remains resilient. The gravity of work she inputs in order for my life to be full of opportunity and hope is something I can never thank and repay her enough for. 6:45 AM and 10:30 PM are the most important times of the day to me because I am able to see my mother for the majority of the week; once in the morning before I head to school and once at night when she arrives home from work. She sacrifices her sleep to send me off in the morning and makes sure I eat a hearty breakfast to endure my measly eight hour day of sitting while her eight hour day consists of heavy dishes and servicing others. The role of a mother is considered to be the most hardworking jobs in the world. Their title as a mother blends into society just like how the skies effortlessly blend into hues of blue. Mothers are unsung heroes. Their gestures may seem minute compared to the gestures of super heroes depicted in movies, swooping in to save all the damsels in distress, but their seemingly “minute” actions accumulate over the years into effects that can never be emulated through a TV screen.