When death strikes in a family, everything falls apart. I lost my mother from cancer. It was a Monday, 6:00 a.m, also my sister's birthday, January 27. It was the most painful and unforgettable experience for me. I still remember even the littlest detail on that day. I felt lost and alone. I tried to convince myself that she just went abroad and was never heard from again. Tough times. I decided to quit my job because I couldn't bear the pain and I realized that the only way for me to accept everything is to just do nothing. Even if I have tried my best to move on, it seemed the most difficult thing to do. 11 years later, I am still trying to rebuild myself. I have tried my best to be a good mother and wife,so that she could be proud of me. I am trying to be the mother that she wasn't. Yes, the opposite. My sisters and I grew up not receiving all that love and guidance that most mothers give to their children. This pain never leaves me and I promised myself that I would not be doing the same mistake to my children.
