William Shakespeare

Your mother?

'Tis true, I have a mother, though I cannot say I'm fond of her. For she doth nag and scold and harp, and never leaveth me be. No matter what I do, she always hath something to say, and 'tis oft that I must stand there and listen to her prattle on and on. But, in truth, I know that she loves me. For 'tis in her actions, not in her words, that her love doth show. She doth worry over me and fuss, and is oft the voice of reason. She doth care for me and want me to succeed in life, and I must admit that I am ever so grateful for her presence. So, while I doth not always agree with her words, I must say that I love her, for she is my mother, and my one and only.