(Well the history I'm living...) My mother. My father died when I was only 3 years-old. I had four siblings, from 2 to 18. I remember her working hard for us and being strong and persevering. We have become reputable individuals today only because of her guidance and instruction. Today she is no hailed heroine of some sort, but she is the glue that kept my family together and will forever have the farthest reaching influence in my life.