Miscellaneous
...one on this earth could do to save my dying mother. She was always in and out of the hospital. She began to forget my name, and it was very painful to see my mother as someone who couldn’t help herself. As she spent her last days with my family, I would never think in a million years that she would let go; only because I was too young to understand. On June 1, 1996, my mother took her last breathe at 3 p.m. The day before I just had turned 10, hoping to get a happy birthday from my mother. Little did I know I wouldn’t see her again. When I found out, my head was all twisted. The first thing I said was,” I didn’t get a chance to see her or say goodbye.” It was nothing more than a disadvantage for my future. At least that’s what I thought. It only helped me to grow faster and stronger. I knew I couldn’t mourn for the rest of my life. So I made it an advantage and a challenge. I took upon many challenges that came my way. My mother lived for 9 years with HIV/AIDS, so I just knew my life wasn’t over. I began to take school more serious. I had to live as if...