My mother is an incredible woman. Her name is Nadia, and I don’t think I know anyone as brave as her. She works as a nurse in a large hospital, and every day, she wakes up before the sun to help others. She often says that caring for someone isn’t just about giving medicine—it’s about listening, understanding, and reassuring. And it’s true: she has a gift for calming people, just with her voice. But what I love most is the person she becomes when she comes home. She takes off her uniform, turns on some music, and starts cooking while dancing, as if the long day never happened. On weekends, she takes her old camera and goes out to capture the morning light. She says that every photo is a memory that will never fade. To me, my mother is exactly that: a strong, kind, and lively woman—someone who turns everyday life into something beautiful.