Mom. Someone who has been there since the beginning. A best friend. Hair braider. PB&J maker. At this early point of my life this is how I viewed my mom. I was 11 years old, a new student, attending a catholic elementary school. It was a completely different environment for me. Considering the fact I was the only student in the entire building of my ethnicity, making friends was not easy, it had never been. I always came to my mom for advice and comfort, and somehow she would make all my worries go away. Not just me, but my dad as well. Saying they were a happy couple is an understatement. To this day, when someone mentions my mom’s name his eyes light up immediately like a cat’s in a room full of yarn. She brought him an unexplainable form
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But when she went through her first round of chemotherapy, things were starting to get more serious. I still remember my dad telling me “You and I will make the next few months super special for mom ok?” That’s exactly what we did.
When my mom was young she absolutely adored traveling. She was around 16 years old when she created the famous bucket list of all the places she wanted to visit. As soon as she graduated high school, she jumped on a plane and headed for her first destination. She even took a year off after high school and completed most of the list, some with her friends, some even with my dad. There was just one place left on her extensive list she had not been. Puerto …show more content…
She wrapped a bright blue bandana around her head daily. Her once dewy, glowing skin was now drained of all energy. The icy blueness of her eyes generated a feeling like you were pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. She still had the same warm contagious smile and even going through such a huge obstacle in her life, which was another thing I admired about her. My dad and I printed 3 plane tickets and inserted them into a large pink envelope. We quietly ran upstairs to her bedroom to give her the life-changing gift. My mom took the envelope and carefully ripped it open, maybe even too carefully. She delicately pulled out the papers. “What is this?” she asked us. “Well, we know how there’s one last place left on your bucket list and we wanted to be the lucky ones to get to take you” my dad explained with a large bright smile from ear to ear on his face. Tears filled up my mom’s eyes. She was beyond elated. Thinking both of us with pure happiness, she went back to her bed rest. I was beyond excited but extremely, because a part of me knew that once the trip came to an end, so would my relationship with my
But when she went through her first round of chemotherapy, things were starting to get more serious. I still remember my dad telling me “You and I will make the next few months super special for mom ok?” That’s exactly what we did.
When my mom was young she absolutely adored traveling. She was around 16 years old when she created the famous bucket list of all the places she wanted to visit. As soon as she graduated high school, she jumped on a plane and headed for her first destination. She even took a year off after high school and completed most of the list, some with her friends, some even with my dad. There was just one place left on her extensive list she had not been. Puerto …show more content…
She wrapped a bright blue bandana around her head daily. Her once dewy, glowing skin was now drained of all energy. The icy blueness of her eyes generated a feeling like you were pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. She still had the same warm contagious smile and even going through such a huge obstacle in her life, which was another thing I admired about her. My dad and I printed 3 plane tickets and inserted them into a large pink envelope. We quietly ran upstairs to her bedroom to give her the life-changing gift. My mom took the envelope and carefully ripped it open, maybe even too carefully. She delicately pulled out the papers. “What is this?” she asked us. “Well, we know how there’s one last place left on your bucket list and we wanted to be the lucky ones to get to take you” my dad explained with a large bright smile from ear to ear on his face. Tears filled up my mom’s eyes. She was beyond elated. Thinking both of us with pure happiness, she went back to her bed rest. I was beyond excited but extremely, because a part of me knew that once the trip came to an end, so would my relationship with my