Coming Of Age Moment

I was exactly like her, my great aunt Burrell. At least that’s what my mom told me. I remember going over to her apartment and seeing yarn strewn throughout. I love to craft just like her. I would have loved to be just a little bit older, or for her to be a little bit younger, to learn from her. Her apartment always the smell of fresh roses with the slightest hint of smoke from the previous owner. Little did aunt Burrell know her apartment would be her final resting place. My great aunt's death tore me apart. I was never that close with her, I didn’t visit every week. The reason I had my coming of age moment was not only because she died, but because of my mom. “Did you have a good day at school?” my mom asked joyfully.
“Yes, but it was school,” I responded sarcastically.
I could tell that my mom had a marvelous day at work because she was in a joyous mood. I guess she sensed I was wondering why she was so delightful
I figured out that my life was pretty great, compared to others. I am lucky to have happily married parents, a nice house, a good school district, plenty of food, and many other things. I found what I wanted to do when I got older, not a job just my hobby. I wanted to travel around the world and help others that have it a lot worse than America. Not only did I figure out what I wanted to do with my time when I get older, I found out to love my family members and to keep them close. I used to think that horrible thing like my mom or dad dying could never happen to me, but after hearing my mom's story about her parents I changed my mind. I have started to make conversation with my parents at dinner, and hang out with them more often than just when I have to. Over the past couple of years, I have grown closer to my parents, and I hope to grow even closer. I miss my Great aunt Burrell very much, and I hope that someday, in some way I can see her