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It Was The Saddest Moment In My Life…

Posted on: October 23, 2008

Hey ppl! Look I know I’m not supposed to write but the topic was just so nice! I’m talking about one of the questions for my English essay. It was…

     2. Write a story with the following starting line…
                        “It was the saddest day of my life…”

It was a 350 word essay. I wrote about… 777 words? Haha. Anyway, this is ANOTHER essay i did with Phoebe today. So sad! 😥 Anyway, she did the plot, and i wrote the story… So, enjoy! An original Angie-Phoebe creation!

 It Was The Saddest Moment Of My Life…


For our mother, who we love most dearly. We love you!

            It was the saddest moment of my life. The woman I loved most lay motionless on the bed, breathing hardly, fighting for the will to live. “She will be gone soon. You must prepare for her departure. Do you understand this?” A man with thick glassed and a large briefcase stood solemnly at her side. I nodded my head with full understanding. “Yes, doctor. Thank you. I will inform the girls.”

            Her name was Natalie Joanne Viera, and she was at the peak of her age, a mere 41 year old woman, still young, and bursting with opportunities. Yet life was unfair. It took away her many goals in life, and cursed her with the horrible illness of cancer.

            She met her husband long ago, in Paris, the city of love. They fell in love almost immediately, and they wedded in front of the Eiffel Tower. They were in love with life, God and each other. It wasn’t long before I came into the picture. A perfectly healthy, 4.5 pound baby. They loved me as much as life itself. Soon, my twin sisters, Joan and Laurel came into our family. And finally, our baby sister, little Olivia.

            Life seemed perfect for the six of us. Enjoying our time together, having family sessions with God, reading the bible, praying. Father had a more than sufficient salary paying job, coming to about 50,000 dollars a month. Mother never had to labor She loved that free life, only having to do the house chores. But life as we knew it was coming to an end. When I was 12 years old, father contracted a disease that we is still unknown to us even now. He knew he did not have much time left. He quickly wrote his will, leaving everything to our mother. And then, he left us.

            Mother was devastated at his departure, mourning his death for over a year. But she had to take up a job, in order to sustain me and my 3 sisters. Mother took up father’s job at the office I took over the duties of the house. Working, washing, cleaning, cooking and taking care of my sisters. But life was not satisfied. We did not prepare for what was coming.

            Four years after God took my father, he decided to take my mother as well. It happened on the eve of the 25th of January, my 16th birthday. Mother returned home late that night. She had the look of sadness and sorrow in her eyes. The same look she took on when we found out of our father’s illness four years ago.

            “What happened mother? What is the matter?” Ill thoughts filled my mind. I was worried as a damsel in distress. Mother looked me deep in the eyes, as if searching for something. She kept opening her mouth, hesitating, the close her mouth, over and over again.”My angel, Faythe…” She finally started. “I am… Not well.”

            I was speechless. Could she be sick? Or feeling dizzy? A cold maybe? “What do you mean, mother? Are you ill?” I finally asked. Mother smiled softly at me. “I’m afraid so dear.” She stopped again. “Unfortunately, this is an illness that cannot be cured.” Again, she paused. “Faythe, my child. I’m afraid I have breast cancer.” She choked on those words. “I do not have long to live. My illness has reached a critical stage.”

            I stood silently in the cold, dark night. Mother was dying, and I had no words to speak. I finally looked back up at her. “How long, mother?” Mother looked down, afraid to speak, afraid to offend. She did not speak for 10 whole minutes, fearing the reaction I might have to the answer of my own question. “My love, you must be ready for my departure. I have 12 more months in this earth.”

            We did not speak of that night again for 10 months, but we knew her death was nearing each day we faced. We still continued our normal duties. I went to school, and she went to work. My siblings knew nothing of her illness. She was fine till the last two months of her life. Her health was failing her, and we could not afford to ignore her illness any longer.

            My siblings cried when they heard of our mother’s condition. Joan and Laurel were only 14, and Olivia was 10. Yet, they were losing the only parent they had left, and so was I. I started to take my mother’s place in the office. My employer still paid me the same amount my father and mother had received, because he had a great deal of respect for them. Soon, my mother was bed-ridden, and the girls took turns looking after mother.

            It was the saddest day of my life. The woman I loved most lay motionless on the bed, breathing hardly, fighting for the will to live. “She will be gone soon. You must prepare for her departure. Do you understand this?” A man with thick glassed and a large briefcase stood solemnly at her side. I nodded my head with full understanding. “Yes, doctor. Thank you. I will inform the girls.” The time for my mother to leave was ever nearing. I still remember the last words she spoke to me. “Be strong, and courageous, my Faythe. I am always with you. Fear no one, but the Lord. I love you girls very much. Please take good care of your sisters for me Faythe. I believe in you, my daughter.” Then the Lord took her to be with him and our father. And then, she was gone. Forever.

 

            By, Angie Yong and Loi Phoebe.
(950 words)

Is this sad or WHAT???

Your’s truly,
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3 Responses to "It Was The Saddest Moment In My Life…"

I helped too! by guessing.. lol.. and by being the inspiration ? HAHAHA

haha ! Nice one .. swt ? 25th January ?

CoolieJJ : Hahaha… Err… Okay??

LovelyAngel : Yeah… See everything here is a mix of the both of us maa… 25th is my birthday day and January is your birthday month! Smart huh?

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