An Unforgettable Tribute to My Mother

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My mom, just like most moms has been with me for my whole life. Her birthday is November 22 and she fifty years old but looks like she’s high thirty’s. My mom and be have been extremely close for as long as I can remember. We have a bind where I can almost tell her anything. I picked to type this essay on my mom because I look up to her and she’s a strong, good person. When my mom and dad were still together my mom was someone, but I don’t think it was herself. When my dad left a few years ago my mom was sad, but she would rarely show it. My mom didn’t let herself go off a cliff, she didn’t just give up. She became someone else then she was before. She was stronger, and she learned who she was. She turned a sad situation into something better, and I really admire …show more content…

My dad was a good dad, he’s a navy seal, so I wouldn’t see him that much. I just remember being afraid of him. I was always just close to my mom, and my brother was more close to my dad. About 4 years ago my dad came back from one of his deployments. He was not the same at all, he was kind of quiet. Me and my mom also found a girl key chain that was clearly not my moms. But What happened was my dad told us the next day or so that he was leaving, He packed up his truck and drove off. I was kind of shocked but I didn’t really process the whole thing so I didn’t care much. So my dad filled a divorce and gave my mom trouble. We were forced to sell our house, and we went from there. My dad actually cheated on my mom and had a baby. This was pretty recent and it just keeps getting me angrier at my dad. Why would he leave me to be with another family? I have a crazy pile of emotions just building up inside me. I am learning to heal from what my dad has done to me and my family. I have to continue to be strong and I know I will be happy again. I don’t think that it will ever be the same with me and my

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