My mom taught me everything I needed to know, since I was little. She knew everything, she was my role model. When I was almost 10 years old and attended elementary school, I lost my uncle, who had cancer, what I did not know was that this was the beginning of the worst nightmare I could imagine. Only a few months after my beloved uncle died, my dad sat in tears in the living room having to tell me that mom had been in a car accident. I could not believe what I heard, I would not believe it. It was not true. With the rare damages mom had, they said she really only managed to survived 3 months, but she was strong and managed to live on to be with her family in 3 years. Her best friend driving with her died right away. Who also happens to be my best friends mom.
That's when the terrible day came, I remember I left my mom at the hospital that night, I knew it was going to happen soon, and I wanted my dad to be alone with my mom the last times, I gritted my teeth, although it was hard let go and walk away.
Everything was unreal, when I came home from school I wondered why I did not get any answer when I called my dad that I had brought the mail home. He always called me something funny each day I got home.
I was starting in 8th grader, I was 13 years old, primary school did not host any adventure life for me and I struggled the entire year, I was powerless. I got nothing, and began private school.
Then when I would finally begin in high school, I was excited and knew I would succeed. Due to the private school I went in, but now I would be strong to survive this year, so I waived my special goodbye to everything after only a few months, when I saw this was going to be fine.
I only had m dad left in this country. Even so he travels a lot trough the year, I barely see him 4 days in a row. It still his job.
Fortunately, I had a couple friends I grew up with in my life, they take care of me more and never less that what parents would do. And taught me what I needed, and what to do.
Me and my dad went fishing in the fall, he behaved normally, it was absolutely as normal as it should be. When I got home, I broke down crying, I still have no idea why this happened, but I ended up going back and forward in the house, I did not know what came over me, the family friend was wondering what went wrong, of course, and I shouted out ''there is something wrong with dad, we have to go back!''as if I sensed that something was wrong. Dad had a stroke. He was in the hospital for a week It was painful to see him in the same place as mom. He is the only person I got left without him. I couldn't do anything at all, it was the same as seeing my mom again, the same corridor, same equipment, same room, same nurses, who actually remembered our family. But the difference was the ending, dad walked out of the hospital as good as new.
I would like to say that I I'm lucky to have had this important person in my life. I would have never grown up in another family, for the years I got with memories from back then is valuable, and I've never had someone who is so happy to have me before as my parents. I will remember the past years, and let it live on in my memories forever.
R.I.P Mom <3
