Personal Narrative: Hard Death Of Judith Joyce

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At a very young age, I have experienced a very hard death in my family, I lost my mother. She was the most important person in my life besides my father at that time. We were going through such a hard time and my siblings and I was very concerned about our father and how he was taking it so we encouraged him to go out and meet him a new friend. Well, he did and he met my mother (there is no such thing as the step) Judith Joyce. This woman came into our lives and took on a task that she could have just said no to. She had the option to say no to the chaos that was set in the future but she didn't, she showed us no matter what life throws ahead of you, keep pushing because one day you want to just give it all up but instead you don't because

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