I lied

I would say I had a pretty average life until I was 11. I lived with my mother, father, and my pet dog. Like any other kid, I would play outside till the sun disappeared from the sky, and nothing but street lights illuminate the ground. I rode my lime green mountain bike on every single street in my neighborhood; I played tag like it was my job, and had this amazing ability to have a new scab every single day.

All the memories of summer days and youth still linger in my head. But one day that is more important to me than even my own birthday is November 2, 2001.

I remember the last few days of October were the most agonizing days of life. My mother suddenly grew ill, and I couldn't do anything to help her. Both my mother and father figured it is probably just the flu, or just something simple that will go away with rest, but this was not the case. As the days went on my mothers’ condition got worse. My worried father always would return early from work to give my mother medicine and just take care of her. Long story short, we took my mother to the hospital and that was the last time I got to see her alive.

When I was little, I used to ask god why he had to take my mom so soon. I was bitter at the world. I was angry that no one in my family could save my mother; I mean to kids, grownups are practically superheroes that can do anything. I was also mad at myself for not being able to do anything for her. Since I was the biggest momma’s boy, my mother used to ask me if I could live without her, and I would always say, "No of course not" while being held in her arms. I told her that if she died, I will just die with her and I will never leave her side. When I think of this, I feel like the worst son ever. I said that I couldn’t live without her, and yet I’m still alive after 9 years. So, I decided if I get to see my mother in Heaven, I will apologize.