My View on Life
My view on life itself
Loretta Brown
ENG 121 English Composition I
Leontine Armstrong
June 10, 2013
Wednesday, November 16, was supposed to an ordinary day for my brothers and I. Little did we know it would turn out to be one of the saddest days of all our lives. The last day we would see or hear from our mother.
My mother was a very well-known person. She loved helping and feeding people even if she didn’t know them. As far as I can remember my mother had her struggles and battles with drugs and alcohol throughout her lifetime. Throughout my mother’s struggles during my younger years I could never fully understand why she would do the things she was doing. It wasn’t until I decided to go to school for medical assistant, that I finally understood that what my mother was encountering was not just a habit, it was a sickness. I became very close to my mother, hoping she would seek help. Soon she did just that. She obtains the help she needed for her addiction. My brothers and I were like the happiest children there could be. But of course there were hard times my mother would face, temptation, and the urge to want to pick up and use again. Unfortunately she could not kick the habit; she slipped back into her old ways. My brothers were too young to understand what our mother was dealing with. They would argue because of the things she would do, it was very hard trying to explain to them what our mother was dealing with, they could never understand that our mother had a sickness and that this was not something she wanted to do on a regular day to day basis. My mother went back to receive help for her addiction, this time my brother’s had to go with her. I was too old to go so I had to stay back with my grandmother. I had hoped and prayed that this would be the last time I would have to be away from my mother and brothers, and that maybe my brothers would now get the understanding that I had about our mother and her sickness. My mother and
Loretta Brown
ENG 121 English Composition I
Leontine Armstrong
June 10, 2013
Wednesday, November 16, was supposed to an ordinary day for my brothers and I. Little did we know it would turn out to be one of the saddest days of all our lives. The last day we would see or hear from our mother.
My mother was a very well-known person. She loved helping and feeding people even if she didn’t know them. As far as I can remember my mother had her struggles and battles with drugs and alcohol throughout her lifetime. Throughout my mother’s struggles during my younger years I could never fully understand why she would do the things she was doing. It wasn’t until I decided to go to school for medical assistant, that I finally understood that what my mother was encountering was not just a habit, it was a sickness. I became very close to my mother, hoping she would seek help. Soon she did just that. She obtains the help she needed for her addiction. My brothers and I were like the happiest children there could be. But of course there were hard times my mother would face, temptation, and the urge to want to pick up and use again. Unfortunately she could not kick the habit; she slipped back into her old ways. My brothers were too young to understand what our mother was dealing with. They would argue because of the things she would do, it was very hard trying to explain to them what our mother was dealing with, they could never understand that our mother had a sickness and that this was not something she wanted to do on a regular day to day basis. My mother went back to receive help for her addiction, this time my brother’s had to go with her. I was too old to go so I had to stay back with my grandmother. I had hoped and prayed that this would be the last time I would have to be away from my mother and brothers, and that maybe my brothers would now get the understanding that I had about our mother and her sickness. My mother and