Julian Rosas
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The lessons I learned from you
The lessons my mom taught me could be viewed as harsh concepts to acquire from a mother. But aren’t we all products of our surroundings at times? My mom reached the lowest point in her life when her brother took his own life. She did not care about report cards anymore from school. She could not get out of bed to cook anymore. She had lost herself entirely in grief. Which is something I boldly understand now. She had met a man that distracted her from the warped reality she was now facing. She started getting out of bed to see him. I was excited thinking maybe the mom I once had so much love for had returned. Until I came home from school weeks later to see nothing, but her bed frame left. My grandma told me that she was sorry. There was nothing that could have said to make her stay. I remember crying in my grandma’s recliner until the fabric was stained. I used to see this as neglect until I realized that this was her way of coping, not to forget about us. Instead, to make it feel like she could forget the depression that left her bound to sleep forever. It was not that I was not enough.
By Julian Rosas5 years ago in Families
