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.


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.