Personal Narrative: My Mom's Death Of My Mother

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As a young girl I was forced to accept that my mother would never be in my life again. Normally at 15, that’s when you need your mom the most, and I never noticed that until I came to the realization that she was never coming back. Leukemia had taken her before I even got the chance to say goodbye. My mom’s death taught me to stay strong and fight through any obstacle that comes my way. Life is like a ticking clock and by the time you know it it’s a new day. After my mother passed away, I went to live with my dad. I began to stop caring for myself and forced myself to live with that void in my chest. I started to rebel tremendously, stopped going to school and started hanging out with the wrong crowd. One day my step mom came into my room and asked, “Why don’t you just drop out? You never go to school anyway.” My heart sunk to my stomach and I felt a stinging in my chest. My lap began to fill with tears. I couldn’t help but to remember what my mom used to say to me. “The only responsibility you have in this world right now is to finish school, nothing else. Keep up the good work” I felt like I had failed her. Sophomore year was almost over and there was no way I would be able to catch up. …show more content…

Turns out they had written me a ticket for truancy which discouraged me even more. I had hundreds of hours of credit restoration, but my counselor told me that if she saw me trying, then she would help me out with those.By the time school was over, I managed to pull myself back together and completed credit restoration. But it was now junior year and I was still considered a ninth grader. It felt terrible to be in classes filled with your classmates with me being the only one actually a ninth grader. How embarrassing. Surprisingly that was a little motivation for me, I was determined to get myself where i needed to be to

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