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Monday, May 2,2011

Mother like mine...

By Samantha Mellman
There is no Mother like Mine

It was another morning, I am twelve years old and when I hear the thick heels of my mother’s shoes walking across the wooden floor I know it’s time for another day of middle school. When my mom leaves to go downstairs my eyes are still heavy because after all who is ready for the day at 6:30 in the morning? I lay in bed for a few minutes and before I drift back to sleep, BEEEEP! “Samantha are you out of bed? What do you want for breakfast?,” she would say through the intercom. “Uhh yes mom, two waffles please,” in a mumbled voice and only then would I start to roll out of bed. I get into my usual ready for school routine. Teeth brushed, making sure my uniform matches, and then the most important meal of the day. My mom always had a cold glass of chocolate milk already waiting for me and then she would bring me two Eggo waffles toasted to perfection. From elementary school until 12th grade, my mom was always there to make sure I got to school on time. I hardly ever had a sick day either, not because I never caught colds, but when you have two doctors for parents if you’re not dying then you’re A-okay for school. My mom is the strongest person I know, because even through the hardest times in life she never showed how weak she was really feeling. Just a year before when I was 11, she was diagnosed with lymphoma, a type of lymph node cancer. It’s a crime for someone who does all the right things to be so unlucky. At the time I couldn’t quite grasp how serious this could be. I thought my mom can do anything and she will fight through this. When I went to sleep-away camp for the first time in 2002, I was in Maine, one of the farthest places from home. My mom was going through chemotherapy, but when visiting day came around she was still there for me, eager to see me, to hug and kiss me. She looked no different than before, but I knew she was wearing a wig to cover the hair loss. No matter, she was still as beautiful to me as ever. She never let a smile leave her face because she did not want me to worry about what she was going through. Today, 9 years later my mom is cancer-free. Since then our bond has been unbreakable. A mother and daughter relationship is one of a kind, we’re more like best friends. So every year, Mother’s Day for me, is not just a day you take your mom out to dinner or give her a bouquet of roses. I remember how much love, sacrifice, and support she gives me every day. My Mom till this day always says to me, “We’re more than just mother and daughter, we’re sisters for life.”


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