Monica Treviño
English 3 AP/DC
Mr. C. Camacho
9/1/12
Lost Mom
Expecting to go with your mom to work and finding her still in bed after waking up at seven in the morning, alarmed and disoriented, and learning that you’ve never appreciated your mom –after almost losing her- is not the best way to start your Saturday. So seeing, as that is how I started my Saturday, you could expect it to turn out much, much worse.
Friday night before my mom went to bed, she told me to go to sleep early so that I could wake up on time for work. I said I would, but got carried away watching my show and lost track of time, so I wound up going to bed at two in the morning, having only remembered about the time because of the show. Once I saw the time, I yelled at myself internally “Ugh! You idiot why don’t you ever remember the important things?!” so as not to wake my mom, and went straight to bed.
Since I was expecting my mom to come into my room and wake me up, I woke up on my own because of my internal alarm clock. When I finally woke up, I went into my mom’s room wondering why her car and I were still at home, but instead of finding her up and about I found her in bed. Seeing, as she was still asleep, I go back to my room, just tossing and turning for three hours. Finally giving up, I went and got some breakfast after finishing, I again enter my mom’s room expecting her to be getting ready but finding her still in bed, so I give her an extra thirty minutes.

At ten thirty in the morning, I wake her up and ask why she is still in bed and not at work. She explains to me that she had been taking medication for her injured shoulder. “I took the pills last night before I went to sleep and when I woke up this morning the side effects were still in effect,” she mumbled, “I got dressed and went out to the truck but I never even got in. The whole world was tilting and I was afraid if I drove, in that state, I would get in an accident, so I decided to go back to bed. I even called my boss and asked if I could go in late because I wasn’t feeling well, and she said I could go in at eleven thirty.”
Therefore, ten till eleven we got ready, ate some lunch and headed out. Once we got there she took another set of pills, and I got worried because she had to walk around carrying heavy things while feeling light headed. Later that afternoon, she came up to me and advised me that my cousin was going to be picking me up to go shopping with her. At three that afternoon, my cousin arrived and my mom was still feeling the side effects from the pills.
I was with my cousin walking around for five hours straight, with no rest, so I was exhausted. When she finally decided to drop me off at home, it was around eight at night, and I