Descriptive Essay About My Mother

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Ever since I was a young kid, I can collectively remember the great times that I had with my late mother. She was my best friend, my rock, and the only person who could handle me. If you would ask anyone to describe my mother as a person, you would get words like funny, quirky, charismatic, and passionate. She was the type of person who could light up the room the moment she walked in with just her smile and big bright blue eyes. I was extremely lucky to be able to call this beautiful woman my mother. I was born on September, 4th 1997, four months premature. My mother was worried she was going to lose her baby boy the moment she found out she was in labor that early. I weighed just 2 lbs 7 ounces when I was delivered, that alone is enough to freak out a mother. I never met my biological father, even to this day, at 20 years old, I have never spoken a word to him. I never felt the need to because my mother always had my back since I was a baby. Ever since I was 8 years old, I’ve always wanted to join the United States Marine Corps and she was my number one supporter even though…show more content…
The ICU waiting room was filled with tears, sobbing, and sorrow. I was trying to stay strong for my family, knowing they needed some kind of back bone. This was a lot of weight to carry at just 17 years old. No kid should have to experience the pain of losing a parent. I held this weight for years, I held back my emotions and shut everyone out. In 2015, I dropped out of high school, right as I started my senior year. I let my depression get the best of me and I shut myself down. I was broken and lost, I just wanted to find answers and happiness. In 2017, I forced myself to get back into school knowing my mother would be disappointed in me for not getting my high school diploma. If there is anything I would like to do in this life, it is to make sure I make my mother
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