A Short Story : The Story Of My Mothers

​Parents are one of the most beautiful things that could happen to anyone. They are always there by your side no matter what; they always want the best for their children. They can be strict and protective, its because they love their kids and they don’t want them to get hurt. My parents are special to me because with all the hard time that they had to have me and my siblings in their life they still fought for us and didn’t give up, even after 17 years of trying. But for me? The greatest of all is my mom. She is the one that I look up too. She is the greatest of all. Simple, funny, strict, protective, but yet she is the best.

As an eight year old kid in the 80’s I remember watching the movie Popeye by Robin Williams. “I yam what I yam, and that’s all that I yam.” I sang this tune in my head and out loud over and over again. I even added lyrics to suit me., “I’ll be want I want to be, I am what I yam.” It may be my first attempt at being true to myself, a self-identification, a personal statement and a compass of sorts

It seemed like a normal day when I entered Mrs. A’s AP Language and Composition class, but little did I know that she was going to assign a very important project that was going to take forever. I took my seat and wrote down what was on the board. Then I sat patiently and waited for Mrs. A to come explain what we were doing today. When the tardy bell rang, Mrs. A glided into the room and gave us all a stack of papers. She then proceeded to discuss our upcoming assignment, a memoir. As she explained the very important assignment, I wondered whom I would write about. No one really came to mind to write about and I thought for sure I would never be able to get this thing done on time. I finally decided that I would write in on my mother, Kari

"Anita began raising Darnell 15 years ago, when his mother began deteriorating in different ways. They've been through it all; she laughed when she talked about how much trouble he got into early on, and she shook her head proudly when she said he was now "the man of the house," helping with all the other children who have landed in her home over the years after their parents gave up. "She's my second mom," Darnell said. "I don't let that 'mother' word out easily, I really don't. But she deserves it." He told me his story matter of factly, telling me he struggled at times when thinking about his mom, in particular, but "I had to learn how to accept that she was doing the right thing for me when she decided she couldn't raise me."

I interviewed my mother. Although my first initiative was to interview someone one else, circumstances changed my original plan. Which in turn, allowed me to have a personable conversation with my mother. My mom is fifty four years old. She had her first child at sixteen and her last at twenty seven. Overall, she has six children in total. Having a baby during adolescences is difficult for anyone. Actually having to sit down and converse about my mother’s past experiences as a parent, was difficult for her. She chose to reminisce about her experiences with her second child. I am going to take you on a journey between a mother and her son.

It’s a funny story that my mom always brings up. When I was about 2 or 3 years old we were sitting at the dining room table eating and I had a piece of ribs stuck in my teeth that I couldn’t get out. So my Granny popped her dentures out and said “Here Tank, you can use mine”. That’s disgusting but funny because I said “Unun Granny, I have my own”, and pointed at my teeth. I was something else. My mother went into labor on Christmas day. It was at about 10:30 pm. She sat home waiting on my father to bring her food. My granny didn’t cook for the holiday because my mother’s due date was so close. She was in pain later so my granny took her to the hospital, and she spent hours in labor. She went into the hospital around 11pm and didn’t have me

Death. That’s what scared me the most; maybe not the death itself but the dying. Lately it seemed that’s all we knew, people getting sick and dying. I did not realize just how scary it all could be until it affected me. Momma was sick, and we all had our own ways of dealing with what we knew but never wanted to accept. At first we thought she had the flu with symptoms such as fever, headache, chills, and weakness. Then we realized it was way more than that. Momma had gotten the plague. Her lymph nodes, swollen and tender, gave their huge announcement of how sick momma was. I needed some fresh air, time away to think. As I was passing through Tokenhouse Yard, a woman let out a terrible screech, “Oh! Death, death, death!” The scream sent chills

For this narrative, I interviewed my mom, Amanda Lopez. At first, she seems mean. That’s very blunt but it’s true. My mom is a very guarded and self-reserved person. She does have manners and she is nice but, she won’t open up immediately to a new person. She is also very hard working and independent. She wasn’t born with these qualities, she went through a lot of different struggles, but that’s how she ended up where she is today.

Margaret woke up to her mother yelling, “Maggie! Get up!” It was her mom’s wedding day, and she was the maid of honor. “I’m up!” she yelled. This day would be so much better if she liked the groom. He wasn't a bad guy, he just had a creepy vibe. But what did Maggie know? Val made her mom happy so she would do as she said. At least she wouldn't have to see Val for 2 hours, that's when the wedding started and he couldn't see her before, bad luck and all that. The only real bad luck was Val and his creepy shadow. For some reason his shadow would melt into black monsters, but no one seemed to notice except her. As she got ready, she thought about the year ahead. Val would move in, she would go into her senior year of high school and then she would go to college. Hopefully somewhere far away. It's not that she didn't love her family, she did, it's just that Val was soon going to be a part of that family. If only she could just take her mom, brother, and dog somewhere else, without him. Her Mom’s wedding was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen. Her mom picked out a dress for her, the ceremony went all to plan, and Val's shadow seemed to stay normal for the night. After the wedding, she spent the night at her friend Jill’s house. Maggie told Jill about how creepy Val was. After that, the night continued on as normal. The next day Maggie went to work at the animal shelter. Her shift ended at 4 but she stayed an extra hour and walked home as slow as possible, anything

Death is the thing you hear and known about but never truly know until you face it. I never thought death would frighten me until I was looking at my mom in the hospital; her face bruised from going unconscious and hitting the floor from what the doctors diagnosed her with “unclassified cardiomyopathy”. Death not only caused me to worry for my family, but also even made me worry for my future. With almost losing a special person, I realized that life can suddenly be taken from you. Life is valuable and should not be taken for granted and to savor everything.

I was born in Portland, when i was five years old my mom moved to Mexico she had a lot of problems with the law. My two sisters and i stayed with my dad. My sisters names are Cindy and Estrella, Cindy is 18 years old and Estrella is 19 years old. At first when we were with my dad it was hard because we were really used to have mom around the house. My dad needed to work a lot so i would just spend my time with babysitters, i hated all my babysitters all the kids were so annoying. There was only one babysitter that i really liked, her name was Noemi she was like my second Mom she show me a lot of things of life, like saying thank you to people and saying please. She just showed me how to be a better person. When i turn 11 years old Noemi stopped babysitting me because she moved really far from beaverton, i was really upset when she left but she would always tell me that i am always welcome to go to her house. After Noemi stopped babysitting me i would stayed with my two sisters at home.

I was born Portland, Oregon raised there for five years. I lived fifteen minutes outside a small town called Forest Grove which was an hour outside of Portland. Grow up in a Christian home all my life. I have three other siblings two are older and the other is younger. I have a brother is twenty-four, then I have a sister that is twenty-one and a brother who is fifteen. In the five year that I lived in Oregon we went to Solid Life Center and my parents were youth pastors. We lived in Gaston a very small town outside of Forest Grove.

The most surprising thing about my mothers' story is that she lived. While hearing my mother’s story I got told one calamity after another. Privilege is always earned on someone’s else’s suffering. My mother and father suffered for my privileges, therefore, I will also pay for my children someday. She was 9 years old when she came back from school one beautiful sunny afternoon to be greeted with guards that put her mother, and her 5 siblings in a circle in the center of the house. The guards pointed rifles to their heads and took my grandma to question her about my grandpa and his job. My mother tells me about how those rifles stared her in the eyes as if they were asking her "any last words?". My grandpa was a rich young guy who owned an

Death is the thing you hear and know about but never truly know until you face it. I never thought death would frighten me until I was looking at my mom in the hospital; her face bruised from going unconscious and hitting the floor from what the doctors diagnosed her with “unclassified cardiomyopathy”. Not only did death caused me to worry for my family, but it also even made me worry for my future. With almost losing a special person, I realized that life can suddenly be taken from you. Life is valuable and should not be taken for granted and to savor everything.

My mother comes to visit me. My parents live in Tokyo and I don�t see them very often. They are responsible for getting me into the treatment center. I haven�t always liked them, and I have hurt them over and over and over through the course of my life, but they have always loved me. I am lucky to have them.