I had the meanest mother in the world． other kids ate candy, I had to have cereal（谷物食品），eggs or toast．While others had cakes and French fries，I had to eat a sandwich．But at least，I wasn’tin my suffering．My sisters and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did． My mother knowing where we were at all times and who our friends were ．She insisted if we said we’d be gone an hour, then we be gone one hour or—not one hour and one minute．She made us wear the clothes made by herself，just tomoney．Now you can see how she was． Theis yet to come．We had to be in bed by 9：00 each night and at 7：45 the next morning．We had to wash dishes． beds，and learn to cook．I believe she lay at night thinking up mean things to do to us． Through the years，things didn’ta bit．We could not lie in bed，pretending to be“”like our friends did to miss school．Our friends’ report cards had beautiful colors on them，black for passing，red for．My mother,，would only be content with black marks． As the yearsby，we graduated from high school．Out of the four children，a couple of ushigher education than university level．With our mother us pushing and demanding， of us was allowed to drop out of school．She forced us to grow up into educated and honest adults． Now I'm trying to my three children．I'm filled withwhen my children call me mean．Because，you see，I thank God，he gave me the meanest mother in the whole world．