I’m writing about my amazing Mum for mothers day.
She works at NZMA at Panmure and she comes back home with food that she has cooked. My Mum likes to weave but she dislikes noise and people waking her up when she’s sleeping. She has black eyes as the night sky’s, she has brown has as chocolate.
My Mum is special because there is no one in the whole wide world like her.