I was only twelve. The gymnasium seemed so big, but this time it did not intimidate me. This one as well as others had intimidated me for weeks, but now I had conquered them. It had been my very first time competing in a volleyball tournament for my school, and we had won. All the nervousness and anxiety, all that yelling from the coach and teammates had been worth it. We lined up, side by side, facing the seats. My mother and younger brother were there, smiling, happy to see me happy. My mother had made a point of driving me to every single game and watching them to the very end. Somehow, it felt as if the medal I was about to receive was hers as much as it was mine.

All of a sudden, her presence was made even more important. Someone had the idea of inviting the parents onto the court to place the medals around our eager necks. No one else’s parents were there; at least for my team. I was sorry for them, but there she came. She was now everyone’s mother, giving each of my teammates their respective medals and a congratulatory hug. We were all her children for a moment, and sharing my mother had never made me happier.

NOTE: I based this in my real-life experience. Feel free to change anything in order to adapt it to your life.

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2 years ago

- Write about the hardest time of your life.

kondaur [170]

My mom cheated on my dad with a random Mexican, she would take us to meet her boyfriends one threatened to kill us

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