Mom

Nathan Landis
 November 20th, 2014

I felt lonely, as if someone had just reached into my life and took everything tat could possibly be fascinating away from me. I wanted to start crying, I had nobody to be with me anymore, nobody to roam around in the wild with. Nobody left to just stop whatever we were doing, look at eachother, and know that we were the best friends in the world. I want to be able to get along with others, like all of the other people in this world. Everyone takes interacting with people as such an advantage, but if they had to take a alk in my shoes, well, they couldn't, due to my blindness, and the fact that I am mute. I used to play with this kid named Jeffery, he was really nice. His mom used to pat my back, and whenever she did, it meant that an hour had past since I had been with Jeffery. I always played at his house for about 2 hours at a time, so I would know when I had to go home. I loved Jeffery and his whole family so much, but when my mother told me that they had moved away, I was more drenched in my tears than Justin Bieber is with dollar bills. I didn't see any point in being with this neighborhood anymore, so I wrote on a piece of paper that I gave to my mother that I wanted to move away. Of course, she said no immediatly, shutting me down like an old lady would to a rejected coupon, enraged and telling me to go to places that seem to not be the most appropriate.
I suddenly realized, I didn't have to listen to her. I could live my own life, learning how to get by when I do what I want to do. This all hot me almost as hard as Chris Brown hit Rihanna, I knew what to do with myself. I wanted to do things all by myself, I wanted to life free, like a true american. Unfortunatly, this is not possible for me, due to my mute and blindness disabilities. The one thing that is and always was important to me was my hearing. Without this, I could not do all the things that am so strictly limited to doing, such as snooping on what my parents are saying, and listening to music. Once I tried to continue on with this almighty plan of going off on my own doing what I want to do, I started to run into so many roadblocks that I had to stop. The fact that I can not see anything ever at all makes me not be able to just run away, and I can not ask my mom to tell me where I am going, that would make my efforts have no purpuse. I gave up on this plan and started to relive the life that I had previously had.
Going through the years, I had grown a stronger and stronger bond with my mother, making us go from 2 individuals to a single megamind. We kept growing a stronger and stronger friendship, as a leaf does with a tree. Waiting and wait ing for the right moment to finally reveal them self, deciding if they are sure, then fully commiting to be part of the tree. I loved having this connection with my mother, it was as good as honey to a bear. This was all amazing, until October 14th came along in the year of 2005. Just as a leaf grows happily for the longest time, at some point te leaf has to fall. My mother died at the age of 45 from Ebola Desiese. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to me, and I think about it everyday.