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The moments that changed my life
It caused me to be more grateful
I recall that cold October morning as if it were yesterday; the morning sun was shining on me with a magnificence I had never seen before. There appeared to be an oppressive sharpness in the air that clung to the inside of your lungs, and the perfume of pumpkin spice permeated everywhere I went.
I’d left my house dozens of times before, but this morning was by far the most difficult thing I’d ever done. Home has always been a place where I can feel protected, at peace, and full of joy.
I recall waking up to my younger sister Maria weeping. She was mature enough to grasp what was going to happen to her older sister. This time, the narrative was not merely told; it was true.
My family encircled me while I prepared that morning, as if they were mirroring every action I took. I could tell my mother was trying hard not to cry. I believe it was her vulnerability that made me stronger; she was concerned enough for both of us. If I broke apart, everyone else would, too. I had to stay strong.
Driving to the hospital that morning, I promised myself that I would be a big girl…
