A Comparison between My Life and My Mother's Life

My life and the life of my mother My life is very different in my life compared to my mother's life and in many other respects. The difference is mainly because I was born in another era. In 1928, my mother's life began in the roar of the 1920s. This is the era of American change. People are shocked by short skirts, drinking and smoking involving these young women. Along with the collapse of the economy caused by the collapse of the devastating stock market in October 1929, the attitude of "attracting attention" continued with much freedom in the 1920s.

My parents divorced at my high school first grade. As a person who just started a new life stage, I dislike a possible comparison of life and life in high school uncertainty. The initial frustration and frustration changed into miracles and miracles as the entire high school era passed. What difficulties must be overcome in recent years? What is the boundary of society and other boundaries? How can we overcome these burdens over time and what do we need to do to achieve this? Why did you encourage me to continue my music and academic effort?

When I was in my 4th grade my mother almost caused two heart attacks that took her life. After overcoming the life-threatening artery, my mother was convinced that difficult times would end. But two years later my brother caused a car accident. When he died three times on a helicopter, he was air-fed to the hospital. The doctor said he had 50% accuracy. He was in a coma for three weeks and suffered traumatic brain injury. With the help of his mother, he learned to walk, talk, eat, and reactivate.

When talking to my mother that I am OK, I lied. Her death left a hole in my heart, it is very wide, it is huge. My life is now properly divided into two chapters of death of mother and life. I am like a newborn baby, and I need to learn to rule the world that I do not want to be one of them. After the funeral, I saw my mother sitting on my favorite chair while staring outside the window. I was just sitting, I climbed her knees, big belly, and everything. In all of my sorrows, I did not expect that my aunt was alone. Her all her brothers and sisters are gone. I am the only one that can tie her to the life she seems to exist only in her memory. We gather in silence while listening to the heartbeat.

Today, I celebrate all women actively involved in my life. My sister, aunt, friend, mother of a friend, my dear grandmother. Even though they have never given birth to a child, these women are the mother of their own rights. Regardless of family relationship, we can improve each other