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Since I can remember, my mom has always been a very unique and fashionable lady. Even in her pictures when she was younger, you can see that attitude that has always given her advantage from the other people. She’s always smiling. She’s always caring for everyone, and sometimes leaving herself behind. I find it quite interesting that since a very young age, she smokes. But she does it the classy way, of course. She sometimes sits on the few steps that are outside my house. Sometimes with a friend, my father, or even alone, but at least she’s there twice a week, almost by seven in the afternoon. Some snack in the side, she loves almonds, some water in the other, while she’s holding her “Audrey Hepburn” cigarette holder. Hepburn is one of my favorite woman role models, so I think that’s why her habit grabs my attention quite a lot. Watching the sunset, she sometimes plays her favorite Frank Sinatra CD, or if she’s more in the mood she’ll play this group she loves that sings to God. I like both. She’s very devoted to God. I like that. You can say that I sit with her sometimes, but I’m not a great fan of smelling smoke for half an hour long. I don’t like the fact that she smokes either, but I don’t do quite a deal about it. I know that it’s something that keeps her calm and it’s like her escape from our everyday routine, so I don’t tell her about it. I like this quiet times with my mom. Sometimes we talk about everything, about school, work, family, and others, and sometimes we don’t tell anything. It’s quite interesting, because it’s like they say, that sometimes the best conversation you can have is between two people that don’t say anything at all. I love my mom, in a way that much people couldn’t explain. I admire her in many ways, and I hope that when I grow older I can learn to be like her. Feel happy about my life, about what I have done and what I will do. And maybe, just maybe, have the same classy style that fits her so perfectly. So, in a few years, I’ll see myself in this thing called life, have finished my career, maybe not in my place, maybe in another city, or continent, sitting in the few steps outside my house, with a snack by my side, music on and watching a sunset, just like my mom and I used to do.