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A short essay for Mother's Day

     "Please stop shouting, Jason", my mother said in a flat plangent voice. "He stole my pencil case!", I continued screaming at my eight year old younger brother, Johnny. I was mischievous and stubborn back then when I was thirteen. I would frequently show or throw tantrums at my mother. She has always been a strong woman, keeping the family together, juggling between work and house chores but would never share her problems with anyone. My father passed away when I was five years old and mother took care of my younger brother and I single handedly. However, these days my mother was looking quite languid. She usually be back home from work and go straight to bed. This made me more miserable with my mother's unusual behavior and in respond, I constantly look for opportunities to trigger fights with my younger brother in order to provoke my mother but these acts were futile.

     This unusual behavior has been going on for about three months. Until one day, sometimes I found changed my life. I went to my mother's room when she was out working to look for some coins. I was rummaging her room hopeful that I would find some extra pocket money. Instead, I found a mammogram report under her pillow indicating that she had third stage cancer. At that moment, I could feel the world crumbling upon me. I could not stop crying that whole afternoon. When m mother came back from work, I cried even more. But my mother was calm and comforted me.

     As months passed, my mother grew weaker. She quit her job and spent more time at home. the insurance that she bought was able to pay for he hefty medical bill and aunt helped took care of us. My mother managed to live for another two years when the doctors said that she only had 6 months to live. At that period of time, my relationship with her grew stronger and she had a wonderful two years together.

     Here I am now, alone on the wooden bench. The same spot where my mom and I used to watch the sunrise together. Although she is not with me physically, buy mu memories of her would always linger in my heart.