Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Like every normal teenager, I didn’t have a care in the world. The only worries I had were about my cell phone, clothes, and money. It seemed like only the materialistic things meant most to me. I did not see how hard my parents worked to give me everything that I wanted. Then again, I didn’t care. I did not realize how little attention I paid them, and how much they actually wanted it. I did not look at the struggles and tribulations they had been through in their past, nor did I care to make them better. Life in my eyes was perfect. Then, reality hit me. One morning as I was getting ready for school, I realized how much time I had left to make it to school before the tardy bell rang. I grabbed my books, and rushed into the living room. Mom and Dad were doing the usual; Mom sitting on the computer, and Dad watching the morning news. “Mom lets go!” I yelled as I waited by the door for her to get up. Five seconds later she wasn’t up so I yelled again, purposely trying to cause an argument. This was always the morning routine. If my parents didn’t jump when I expected them too, I would yell until otherwise. Finally in the car, I saw that it was 8:06 and the tardy bell rang at 8:15. Looking over to see that she was doing the speed limit only made me angrier at the time, so I continued with my yelling. Let’s just say, just about every morning before school, I was usually on bad terms with my parents by the time I got out of the car. When school was over, I got off the bus at my cousins house and Mom was usually there waiting on me. This time, she was not. My cousin met me at the curb and told me that my mom was in the hospital. She could not come up with a reason other than the hospital said that she needed to be admitted. Sadly, I brushed it off like it was no big deal. A couple of days later, we found out that my mom had colon cancer. I could not and did not want to believe what I was hearing. My mom, of all people, had...
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