Tuesday, January 7, 2014

The day she changed

My mother. She was so beautiful, so kind, funny and a hard worker. I remember when I was in 1st grade. She walked me to school and picked me up everyday. Everyday she would talk to me, laugh with me, care about me, worked 2 jobs to take care of me. 

Sadly, I remember they day she changed. I remember that day so vivid. More so than most days if my childhood. We lived in a apartment complex. I loved this apartment. We were walking distance to lot of places, my school, both her jobs and lots of other little shops down in Lodi, CA.  It's was the only place I lived where there we lots if kids around my age & cousin lived near. Family, friends, good times it's what every child wants and enjoys. 

We were having a gathering we did that a lot in the beginning. My parents were very social. While the adults were inside talk and fusing over food. Myself and the other kids were outside playing in the grass with our toys. Dazed & blessed with childhood. How, I wished that day she didn't change. I wish she would have stayed the loving, care overly protective parent she was. Such is life and the way it changes so quickly. 

One day, one choice can change everything. At least this is how I remember it. Maybe this is just the first time I realized it. I'll never really know. Still it didn't have to be this way. She didn't have to let it take over let it change her. That is exactly what it did. 

As we were playing. We could tell something was a miss. I have always been curious. I had to go check. I went in to see to make sure everything was ok. My mother was unhappy. My father was angry. My father was so loving, gentle and playful. I have never seen him so angry. 


Everyone from the party left quickly. I was told I could and should go outside and play. Play with the neighbor kids. So, that is what I did. We played until lot was dark. I kept my ears open & listen to my parents. Something was wrong and I wanted to know what it was. What could I do to make it better? Later, I learned nothing. There was nothing I could do to make it better. 

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