Eulogy For Mother

I can remember my mother rushing us to the bathroom, while speaking in a Jamaican language, trying to get us ready for school. I was the youngest of five siblings. We lived in a large house on an acre of land with all the fruits you can imagine. I eat fresh produce from our farm in every morning. She was burdened with this task because my father died while we were young. Luckily my mother was very adamant about us getting a good education. Before my dad died, life was less stressful for the family. My mother was a high school English teacher and father worked as a dentist. By not having the success of two incomes, it put a big strain on us, but my mother was determining to make ends meet. Three years passed while my only parent struggled with five kids on a teacher’s salary. She then weighed her option on coming to the united states for a better opportunity, even if it cost not being with her kids. She chose

I can distinctively remember stating to myself “what’s going on” I have not a clue about anything. My years flew by very fast with no substance. It was hard for me to learn in school because I just didn’t understand why. At ten years old my mother made a way for us to visit her twice a year. It was very refreshing to see my mother and to experience a different environment. I enjoyed my visiting experience while I traveled twice a year. My mother made it rule that each sibling had to finish high school first in Jamaica before coming to live in the united states to start college. I didn’t finish high school in Jamaica because my brother past away one year after migrating to the U.S.A. After the death of my brother life felt surreal. I still don’t believe that he is gone. As my mother lived in another country, I imagine him being somewhere else. My sister begged for me to be with the family after this tragic event. So, I moved here at the age of sixteen a year before I graduated high