Creative Writing: Intro Vignette

Intro Vignette
It’s the beginning of winter of 2015, a cold, dry Sunday morning. Few of us sit together, side by side, some in a row on the couch in the open living room. We listen closely to the television. When our shows are over, we grab some food, throw ourselves off the couches, and are officially satisfied with the day, all of us together in our tiny house. For many of us, the day is over and now sleep is near.
The next day, I see my mom, my favorite person in the house, and get some breakfast from her. She’s a decently sized woman who takes decent steps, as if she could come after you, at any time, and suffocate you in her arms. In her sleep clothes, she looks like a cross between a tired grandparent and a raging bull. She has sparkling …show more content…

I had been sick with a fever, but my fever had gone down one day and my mom decided to go out and get our nails done. When we went out into the parking lot, I “melted” in my mother’s hand and collapsed in the street. My mom called the ambulance and when I was brought to the hospital, I had an EKG hooked up to my chest. It was confirmed that I had an irregular heartbeat. My mom and dad had to choose between putting me under cardiac arrest using drugs or make me go through genetic testing in order to see if I was positive for an extremely rare syndrome called Brugada syndrome. If I was positive then I would of been brought to Boston and have a pacemaker put into my chest. My parents couldn’t risk putting me under cardiac arrest, and they couldn’t carry out the costs of genetic testing. They decided to bring me in for checkups frequently and keep a miniature EKG hooked up to me to find any signs of Brugada syndrome. Each time they brought me to the hospital, they were urged into doing testing, because I was the youngest recorded with this condition. They couldn’t risk the death of their child. After several years, there were signs of the irregular heartbeat wearing down into what is called a “hiccup”. And only then did it come out negative, I did not have Brugada syndrome. This was an immense relief on my mother and father. I still have the hiccup today, but it’s slowly disappearing. Overall my mom and dad are happy I’m here today.
Once I turned …show more content…

I told her - and myself - that we should one day get back together, playing something she wanted.
But that day never came.

Perfect Day

My mom’s favorite day would be quiet, with a cool breeze, and with a nice place to relax. A place where she could escape her daily troubles.
My mother loves scenery, so being around a nice sunset would make her happy. Other things she would like to see would be the ocean or if she’s in a fun mood, she would like to go to Disneyland.
While she is experiencing her perfect day, she would be happy with just her and her family. My dad, my little sister, and as was as me.
She tends to be a social butterfly so the people she would like to see are always with her. For the most part, she’d like to visit those who she cannot see anymore and those who are close to her.
But overall, she’d like to have a bit of alone time just to relax by herself. A nice evening strolling on the beach and watching the sunset.
From what I have described, you can see my mom likes her peace and quiet, and enjoys to relax with those close to her. Even though we both have different perfect days, it’d be a joy to spend more time with her.

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No Man is a Good Man.