Ever since I was a young girl, walking out the door and heading to school wasn't difficult. Not in the slightest. I lived in a strong and stable home with two adoring parents and kind
sister. Life was at its fullest. Coming home in a pink dress and pigtails, one day I
didn't see my mommy. I wondered where she'd gone. Had I done something wrong?..
The thought processed in my tiny little head..daddy later told me and sissy that mommy was sick. I was six when this occurred.
just walking into the sustained silence of the hospital made me want to cry in a corner.
Seeing mommy in the old washed out gown, circles under her eyes, I thought she was
gonna die. Mommy I knew was a fighter, through her troubled times. Daddy took care
of me and sissy. Mommy then got better, and I felt better. A few years had past I was
now 8 or 9 and I understood what it meant when someone was sick. My mother had
been up and down with not feeling well then feeling well just like that. My father again
said that my mother was sick. I knew at that moment, I was going to have to be strong
and keep a smile on for mom. Again the thought impaled my head, dragging me down
more and more. Wi my thoughts that mom was going to die, nothing was helping me to
see a good outcome. I'd sit there with dad and sister, in the most uncomfortable chair,
just looking at mom while she lay there again in the faded washed out gown, her eyes
sinking into her head. Golden hair like the sun, just lay there senseless. Just like mom,
not moving, being sick, dying. I knew losing her meant that I'd have to grow up and
pretend to be strong but while behind closed doors I'd cry and I'd cry myself to sleep.
Mom was strong, I knew she was, but she couldn't fight, she was weakening. I was
becoming less strong, crying every time I'd walk into the lifeless room. I said to mom"
mommy get better, I can't do it without you" and it's like she heard me but couldn't
speak. She did come out of the hallow grave, she came back, she lived. Mommy was
okay. Since the bad days losing my hope, I gained it back, mommy helped me. My life,
wasn't special like every other kids, I lived with the he life of being in and out of the
blackness of the hospitals. Now I'm 13 years old. Living a care free life, not kept to
anything bring me down. Mommy was safe from distress. And she was healthy.
Young girl to grown up, life was never made to be perfect, I know that now. It made me
stronger going through the hard times with mom, I love my mother a lot
