Me, Mom and My Sister a few years ago I remember one Mother's Day when I was about 2nd or 3rd grade age. All I wanted to do for my mother was make a city for her to enjoy. My grandmother took me to the store and we bought poster paper to use as the base of my creation. For at least a week in my bedroom I worked on cutting, gluing and coloring all the little buildings and streets of this little city. I kept it safe under my bed until the big day. I also remember that nothing quite came out the way I had envisioned it but hoped that my mom would love it anyway. When Mother's Day arrived I gave my mom the little city and to my young brain it seemed that she was confused. Naturally I went into explaining what the city was and how I had made it for her. Being that I am a perfectionist, I also explained that it didn't turn out quite as I had expected and hoped she liked it anyway. She exclaimed that she loved it and gave me a hug. It was...