Monday, August 31, 2009

My defining moment was when I woke up to my mother's screams, only to run into her room and find out that my brother was dead on the floor downstairs.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

My defining moment was when I was 17,pregnant, and left by my boyfriend. My parents showed me what unconditional love was. I only hope that my own children can love and respect me as much as I do my parents!

Anonymous said...

No, it's not. If that were the case, my defining moment would be when I walked into my living room to see my mother dead on the couch. But, it isn't. Trust me, you are defined by more than your tragedies.

f/16