Growing up, I had the perfect mom who doubled my best friend. She did everything for me, and gave me whatever I want. Due to this, I grew up to be almost selfish in a way, I thought everything would come as easy as my mom made it seem. I planned on never leaving my home town, as I thought my life was already perfect. I was even scared of who I may be if I weren’t dependent on my mom, her catering to me every minute. However, in 2008, my and mother’s life took a detrimental turn. A cold, snowy night in December turned into watching my mother collapse; she had her first seizure. This episode would turn into a series of seizures, putting a chip on my shoulder and pushing me to be the independent woman I am today. Before my mother was diagnosed
