Personal Narrative: My Mother's Loss
Suddenly, I woke to the sound of pain and stress. In the dimmed hotel room, my mother was laid roughly on the bed motioning that she didn’t feel well. We had traveled the far and exciting journey to Las Vegas to witness my mom finish a half marathon. It was an event that she had spent minutes, hours, days, and months training for. I couldn’t believe that after all of the work my mom had done in the past year, she wouldn’t be able to compete on the big day. I was wrong though when my mom sat up, tidied her tangled hair and nonchalantly said, “let’s do this”. My father and I weren’t necessarily sure if my mom was ready to run non-stop for 13.1 miles while containing a stomach that was on the verge of exploding, but she sure was determined to try. And when Colleen Tilden is indomitable, no one can get in her way.
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The racers were finally making their way to the starting line. That’s the moment when I became fearful for the fate of my mother. Not being able to drag my mom out of what might be the worst mistake of her life, all I was able to do was stand there like the rest of my family with a fake and unreal smile on my face. Just like that the group of thousands of people dispersed at once, this would be the embark of my mom’s difficult journey. After the first hour had passed, the rest of the family and I had made our way to the finish line. The crowd was going crazy after the sweaty and dead looking racers had pranced across the line. The tension among us grew as we hoped to see my mom’s musty face also cross that line. I was suddenly able to repose as I scrupulously witnessed a middle aged women ,dressed in neon, run exceptionally fast in a facile way across the finish line. Even though my mom smelled the scent of road kill, my family and I converged to give her the biggest hug we possibly
“Mom are you sure you’ll be okay …show more content…
The racers were finally making their way to the starting line. That’s the moment when I became fearful for the fate of my mother. Not being able to drag my mom out of what might be the worst mistake of her life, all I was able to do was stand there like the rest of my family with a fake and unreal smile on my face. Just like that the group of thousands of people dispersed at once, this would be the embark of my mom’s difficult journey. After the first hour had passed, the rest of the family and I had made our way to the finish line. The crowd was going crazy after the sweaty and dead looking racers had pranced across the line. The tension among us grew as we hoped to see my mom’s musty face also cross that line. I was suddenly able to repose as I scrupulously witnessed a middle aged women ,dressed in neon, run exceptionally fast in a facile way across the finish line. Even though my mom smelled the scent of road kill, my family and I converged to give her the biggest hug we possibly