Since I was born, my mom always told me I was the most beautiful thing on earth. Whenever I walked next to a mirror, or even a window, I used to stare at my body and I realy liked the way it looked. I looked just like my mother, strong, shiny, and very smart. I learned a lot from her. She was very wise. I was always proud of her.
I still remember all of her advice; she always wanted me to feel proud of what I am, even when I felt rejection everyday. I gazed at my family and for me they were a bunch of beautiful beings. I never understood why we had to be in a funeral almost every single day. I grieve over the deaths of my uncle, grandma, cousin, best friend. Yesterday, it was my mom's. Death is so cruel!!
I haven’t been able to stop mourning. Losing my mom has been the most devastating feeling I have had. Since that horrible day, when that woman trampled my mom, I just want to stay here...I don't want to walk around.
