In 1995, my mother was five months pregnant and already caring for a seven month old baby boy. She thought she had it all with marring her best friend, moving to a town which had a bunch of work opportunity, and starting a family. One morning she woke up to say goodbye to my father, he was going on a father-son motorcycle road trip. Little did she know, that morning would be the last to see him. During his trip he got into a motorcycle accident, they tried to save him but there wasn't enough time. Being five months pregnant with me and trying to raise a seven month old baby on her own was very rough. She did everything she could to make sure that we would grow up knowing that we were loved, cared for, and having everything that we needed.
