A Short Story : The Story Of My Mother's Life

Three years before my mother died, I decided not to speak to her again. And why? During a conversation over the telephone, she had once again let me know that my accomplishments—becoming a responsible and independent woman—did not amount to very much, that the life I lived was nothing more than a silly show, that she truly wished me dead. I didn’t disagree. I didn’t tell her that it would be just about the best thing in the world not to hear this from her.

I would never abandon Danielle, she has been with me since pretty much the day I moved here. The way we started was I asked my cousin Lavell who people were on instagram and i followed a bunch of people which one of them happened to be Danielle. That night I checked my phone and noticed that she had liked a large number of my pictures, so i asked Lavell who she was and he told me a little bit about her. The next day, July 4th, Lavell and i was going to go to a get together with his friends and they all had dates while i the new kid had no one to go with. I took a leap of faith and asked her what she was doing and if she would be interested in coming with me even though we didnt know each other. I told her that i lived with Lavell and that if she wanted

Brittany was watching Netflix on her couch, while her parents were at work. She felt a burning sensation in her throat-- Thirst. So she went to her kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. As she was pouring the water into the glass she saw an old damaged car driving across the bumpy road. She never saw that car in the neighborhood. A few seconds later Brittany heard a weird knock that she has never heard before. She thought that it was her parents but no. It wasn’t.

As a high school math teacher, I am having rewarding experiences educating and motivating students, but it is not my true calling. I want to positively affect a wider scope of the public and do so in a way that can improve and potentially save lives. The medical field is the best option to fulfill this desire and becoming a physician's assistant has become my new passion. The aspects of the profession that most attract me are its rewarding nature and its fascinating and diverse content. Due to my experiences as an educator and professional football player, and to my intelligence and compassion, I am confident I would be an excellent physician's assistant. While shadowing a physician's assistant in an orthopedic practice, I met a patient, Diane, whose story solidified my commitment to becoming a PA. Seven months prior, Diane was on the verge of becoming a diabetic due to her obesity, but was unable to lose weight due to a poor diet and an arthritic knee that prevented her from exercising. The physician's assistant at Diane's family practice sent her to a dietician to improve her nutrition, and to an orthopedic center, where another physician's assistant gave her a series of Synvisc shots to relieve the pain in her knee. When I met Diane, she lost 42 pounds and, consequently, she would likely be approved for a knee replacement surgery that would allow her to continue her remarkable turnaround. The ability to work in diverse fields, such as a family

In the hills of Mississippi, on a country road outside of small town named Eupora, is a small house on a hill surround by one hundred acres of land is a small three-bedroom house owned by Levi and Cordie Sellars the parents of my mother, Vera Mae Sellars. The birth of my mother was a hard one because she was breach and the doctors worked hard to save her and my grandmother. The doctor loss track of time during the birth to record her time of birth on the late night in July and the early morning of August so her birth was record on August 1, 1944. I

It was a friday afternoon the sky was bright blue the sun was shining bright yellow and I Zack Allen was about to go to work he said by to his mom and dad.by’’said mom. I went out the door, I never get to work on time. I work as a junior detective. When I got to work, I almost got fired because I was late. After work i frowned. I wish i was faster.”I said. When I got home something amazing happened. I came home opened the door then ran up steers jumped on my bed and stared at my pet fish. Then a big storm came. I got out of bed and then looked out the window, sing nothing but a dosty shade of black. Suddenly my rofe flow open and a bright big blue lightning bolt strock me. I past out for a few hours. The next thing I know i was rushed to the hospital. My heart started beating very fast then it stopped for a minute, then started beating again.

My life wasn’t always so phony and insubstantial. I had a life once , a real one, but I threw it away for the “better” make-believe version. Now here I am, standing on the ledge, with no parachute to catch me in my decent. Staring down into the vaporous abyss that is, my ticket out. All I have to do is leap, and gravity will carry out the rest.

I carry responsibility and work ethic because of my mother. My mother is a single parent, and she is a hard working woman. At working two jobs, I have pretty much just grown up faster than others, like ponyboy. Most kids my age get to go home, do their homework, and relax for the remaining time, or choose to go to extra curricular activities. A day in my life is what most people would describe as overwhelming. I wake up at around 5:30 AM every morning to take my yorkie on a mile jog to keep him active. I come back, take a shower, and begin to get ready at around 6:30 AM. Around that time my mother awakes, and makes us breakfast, usually consisting of cooked sausage, and eggs. I leave for school around 6:53-7:00 AM, being sure to give my mother a kiss on the cheek before I leave. I take a 1 hour bus ride to school, where I take all pre-ap and two high school credit classes. Once I have arrived home from school, I take my yorkie outside, play with him for nearly 25 minutes, and begin to work on the homework I have accumulated. I will usually have a chiropractic appointment, from 4:30- 5:30 PM. I will hurry to a softball game, which starts at 5:45 PM. Once I get out of softball, I go to the gym. One hour later, 8:30 PM, and we finally head home. I finish my homework, 9:45 PM, and I have to shower, prepare for bed, and I study for my permit test, which I will have to take, and later on get my hardship. For anyone who might not know what that is, it’s whenever you're parent

My mother was a reader. Her favorite spot was in front of the fire on frigid days, settled with a soft sweater and her then-best friend. Words comforted her exceptionally greater than any sweater, and when reality failed, a book would always grow to fill the vacancy. She read to me in times like this, on the vicious and sinister nights when thunder raged in tantrum at the entirety of the world, or after I scuffed my skin on harsh sidewalks and even harsher people. Hercules and the Nutcracker and the Big Nutbrown Hare, who loved his son “right up to the moon — AND back,” all danced in my head on different nights, but were all sung in the same sweet cadence of my mother’s delicate voice. She sent me on my reluctant way when I eventually learned how to decipher the silent letters and the vowels, and I was encouraged to read on my own. My parents printed out a big chart — a calendar, I’ve since learned — and we picked books. I would see how fast I could read these books: how fast I traveled to Hogwarts, how expediently I found the buried treasure, how fast I sank the Titanic. I could do anything that I set myself out to do with a book, so I did it all. I was the resident Egyptian archeologist, the walking compilation of every horror book in the library, the archer from medieval England, and I knew I could be even more. So I read.

I always knew that one day, my worst fear would be realized....yet when it did come, I was no where near ready to accept it.

“From day one, I knew, I didn’t murder my mother; I’ve tried to think who would do such a horrible thing,” she said and stopped talking as tears filled her eyes.

I knocked on the door it was that soft kind of polished wood. I heard a faint whisper saying “Come in.” I walked in and said “Hi momma how are you doing?”

I want to talk about my story that I have not done to anyone yet through this paper. I started growing in my mother’s womb one day in 1994. My mother suffered from morning sickness and anemia when she conceived me. The summer of 1994 was the hottest year since my hometown, Korea's meteorological observations. A lot of people who have a cold towel in the house without air conditioner and overcome the heat. My mother also thought that I would like to wipe away the pouring sweat and wanted to winter. I do not know how hot it was that summer, but I guess how my mother would have suffered. So, I always have the gratitude and respect for my mother.

My mom always told me “You must be the change you want to see in the world.” One day, I found the quote on Google. The quote said, “You must be the change you wish to see in the world.” -By Gandhi. That has always been my favorite quote. May 1 of 2006 in Jonesboro, Arkansas, I was the second child born of my parents Shanna and Richard Payne. They named me Allison. My name means bold, independent, and happy I am.

If only dreams could come true, I would wish that I were born into a two parent home or at least parents that were able to co-parent and be cordial amongst one another. I also wish that my family was close or more of a “normal” family. I was born on March 17, 1991, in Chicago, Illinois at Cook County Hospital, that’s all I really know or remember about my childhood. Based on what I’ve been told I didn’t spend much time in Chicago, there weren’t any videos or pictures from the day I was born. My mother was 22 at the time she had me and she was unmarried, I couldn’t tell you where my father or his family was on this eventful day.