It was 2005, and I was only 4 years old. I went to preschool at a church called Samuel United Church of Christ. I loved preschool because I could paint and play with fun toys. So, when I became sick, I was very upset that I couldn’t go to school. I vomited throughout the day and my mother gave me the usual saltine crackers and
Good morning sis, am deeply sorry for you loss ! Hope you are staying strong and I hope time will dull the pain that I can only imagine. Am sure you know your mom is missed immensely by many. She was all around a beautiful person and sincerely cared for people.
My mom replied, "It will take him some time to recover. " I could not feel my body, though I started to shiver. I started to cry while my mom held me tight. Summer was approaching fast and since my family emigrated from Pakistan, we did not have any relatives or close friends
Death is inevitable. Losing someone you love is dreadful. It was April 2016 when we were sitting at the dinner table late at night with our family friends. My mom’s phone began to ring. When I saw her reaction, I knew immediately.
She cuts the bread and serves to all of us in a calmly manner exactly the way we didn’t want her to. Our whole family including her agreed that she would fail at working at a restaurant. I loved our family moments especially the ones that she got a chance to be in. I wish I valued those moments more when she was here. Then BOOM reality smacked me across the face and she still was truly very ill.
My mom at this time was already freaking out and in tears. We rushed my sister to the hospital and found out that, the influenza she had for about a week now, was strongly attacking her immune system, causing her muscles to weaken. That night was the first time I slept at a hospital; my mom and I were by my sister’s side as she was flat on a hospital bed, plugged
I stood up and walked as fast as my little legs would let me, right out of that dumb school. I started to ride my scooter home getting faster and faster up to the point where the grey side walk was a blur below me. I got home and Getting inside my mom told me that we were having a visitor for dinner tonight, and that I had to be on my best behavior. With blank eyes I starred at her not really knowing what she said. Trying to comprehend what she did say I forgot about it.
Shortly after the doctor said that, her condition got a lot worse from before and she passed away a few months later during the summer. During the wake and the funeral, my Great Uncle was devastated and could not believe that his older sister has died. During this time I tried to remember the time when my family was living with her, but I could not remember besides the fact that she was a very good cook and that in my family, her lasagna and soups were the best thing we have ever
so she went in and saw me i was all wrapped up is a blanket my mom said well what’s wrong with her he unwrapped me and she saw me. She said ewww why is she like that i don’t want her put her in the foster home. the doctors said well ma’am you have to take her not us she’s not our responsibility
She is being sick and needs my mom to be next to her before anything happens to her. As teenager I said to my mother. What’s the problem you can go? I can stay here and i am happy here. But my mom said my grandmother wanted all of us to go to her and my mom didn 't wanted me to leave me back alone.