Descriptive Essay About My Mother

My mother was beautiful. She had smooth porcelain skin and light brown eyes that captivated everyone. Every morning, she would wake up as hues of pink, orange, and yellow painted the empty blue sky to cook a nutritious dish for my siblings and I. She would have padded down the hall and out the door, careful to not wake any of us up and head to work. While she was gone, my siblings and I always played with each other. But whatever we did, we always had our mom on the back of our minds. When my mom was home, we would play with her until we dropped. Days would go by with this same consistent routine and it was perfect. We had a loving mother figure in our lives and nothing could have been better than that. Things never go as planned. One morning, light illuminated my room as a blinding flare punched me in the eyes. There was a burning smell that permeated the corridors of the house. My stomach churned and I scrambled to my feet to wake up my older sister Julia. Her eyebrows furrowed and her nose twitched as she got up and strode towards the smell. I felt as if my heart were about to burst as I sat back and remained under the comforting warm embrace of my covers. Julia cautiously opened the door just wide enough to peek through. To her horror, there was the sight of my mother talking to what seemed like an entity and lighting up photos of our grandparents on fire. A few days passed and things had seemed to go back to its normal state. Of course, things were never going to be