Describe you bravest moment.
My mother's college years were spent on teaching her sister's youngest son and doing well in college herself. Through this daily routine, both of them had grown inseparable. My cousin's favorite aunt was my mother and she would shower him with gifts. He would look out for my sister and me especially from all the other cousins because we were my mother's daughters. We soon became close and I would look forward to meeting him everyday after school because I wanted that huge lollipop he always had in his hand for us.
When my parents moved to the States they knew that our family wouldn't be able to meet our relatives for the time being we were there. We knew that things could go wrong but nothing as extreme as this. My mother got a phone call one night two years into our stay in the States. She was told that my cousin, her favorite nephew, had a heart attack and was unconscious. She was told that he was drinking alcohol with his uncles and suddenly collapsed. Instead of taking him to the hospital, he was taken home as immediately as possible. Stupid, but true. He woke up for a couple of seconds and said, "daddy" and passed away. My mother started crying immediately and was so disturbed she couldn't function. I watched her shaking on the ground and pulling at her hair, she didn't know what to do; some sort of sadness had taken over her.
After a couple of days, we found out that he was taking sleeping pills because he wasn't able to go to sleep after studying for exams. And he used to take so many, his body became dependent, and started weakening without them. He eventually ran out of them, and he couldn't get more. His body's cravings, made him weak, and he collapsed after drinking alcohol. After finding this out, overhearing my parents talk, I went up to my mom and hugged her.
My parents and I are close, but what I said took my mom by surprise. I told her that I would never do something like that. I told her that I knew studies were important but not so important that a life had to be taken away. I told her that I was sorry that she was facing a hard time and told her I would be there for her. I knew my mother well; after hearing about this, she would be worried about where her kids would face such a thing.
I felt some sort of responsibility to tell her that she need not worry before she voiced her fears. I felt it was my duty to let her know that we understand and we would never harm her in such a way. She looked at me and she told me that she loved me. I walked away, turning to glance at her one last time before going to school. That was the moment I knew she thought of me as an adult.
My mother's college years were spent on teaching her sister's youngest son and doing well in college herself. Through this daily routine, both of them had grown inseparable. My cousin's favorite aunt was my mother and she would shower him with gifts. He would look out for my sister and me especially from all the other cousins because we were my mother's daughters. We soon became close and I would look forward to meeting him everyday after school because I wanted that huge lollipop he always had in his hand for us.
When my parents moved to the States they knew that our family wouldn't be able to meet our relatives for the time being we were there. We knew that things could go wrong but nothing as extreme as this. My mother got a phone call one night two years into our stay in the States. She was told that my cousin, her favorite nephew, had a heart attack and was unconscious. She was told that he was drinking alcohol with his uncles and suddenly collapsed. Instead of taking him to the hospital, he was taken home as immediately as possible. Stupid, but true. He woke up for a couple of seconds and said, "daddy" and passed away. My mother started crying immediately and was so disturbed she couldn't function. I watched her shaking on the ground and pulling at her hair, she didn't know what to do; some sort of sadness had taken over her.
After a couple of days, we found out that he was taking sleeping pills because he wasn't able to go to sleep after studying for exams. And he used to take so many, his body became dependent, and started weakening without them. He eventually ran out of them, and he couldn't get more. His body's cravings, made him weak, and he collapsed after drinking alcohol. After finding this out, overhearing my parents talk, I went up to my mom and hugged her.
My parents and I are close, but what I said took my mom by surprise. I told her that I would never do something like that. I told her that I knew studies were important but not so important that a life had to be taken away. I told her that I was sorry that she was facing a hard time and told her I would be there for her. I knew my mother well; after hearing about this, she would be worried about where her kids would face such a thing.
I felt some sort of responsibility to tell her that she need not worry before she voiced her fears. I felt it was my duty to let her know that we understand and we would never harm her in such a way. She looked at me and she told me that she loved me. I walked away, turning to glance at her one last time before going to school. That was the moment I knew she thought of me as an adult.
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