When I was 9 years old, I found my mother dead.

I came home from school. Usually, she would be sitting on the couch or at the table, but that day I found her in bed. I walked in her room closer to her, and I saw her pale face and her blue lips. I walked out and I was in shock and denial. I thought she was too young. I never would imagine her passing away. The moment I really knew that something was wrong is whenever the phone ringed and she never answered. I didn't know what to do. I stayed ther for almost 2 hours alone until my brothers arrived. They were freaking out and that's the moment I realized that she was dead. One of my brothers shook me and yelled, "What did you do!?" I ran out of the house outside in the cold because I was scared. I didn't want to see my mom dead again. My aunt found me and put me in a car. My sister-in-laws dad asked if I was alright and I hugged him (I didn't even know him). My cousin came and she took me for a ride until everything settled down.

My dad passed away when I was 17. I'm 19 now.

Life is few of cruel surprises.