I was running out of fuel mid -year when I was a sophomore. After a long day of school, I would go to soccer then head to track. I would take the bus home around 7 pm and I would find myself drained in homework. I thought my energy was slowly fading and fading. When news came to me that my mom’s biopsy results revealed cancer in her uterus, I grew even more unmotivated and my days in school would drag by. After the news, I would constantly be pushed by someone to get dressed and go to practice. My mother’s bad news hit me like a truck. All of a sudden I felt I could not do anything to help her and my days seemed longer and longer than ever . I would come home to my mom making me food with bloodshot red eyes evident that she had been crying the previous nights. My heart would break every time knowing that my mom would still do things around the house and cook for me even though she was slowly losing hope about her winning the battle against cancer. I would comfort my mom and tell her everything was going to be okay, even though she thought the exact opposite what was going to happen. …show more content…
I realized being sad about it was not going to help anything so as soon as I would get home from school I would take care of my mom. I would have her sit down and talk to me about her day and her trips to the doctor. Knowing my mom was battling something so evil, I started taking care of myself even though I was so exhausted when I would get home. I would make myself food and when my nephews and nieces visited I’d take care of them instead of my mom. I would drive her anywhere she wanted to go and on the weekends I would spend my days cleaning the house in order for her not to do so. I took initiative and soon I became the one making food, and setting up the table after