A Moment (from the high school assembly)

Once when I was 15, my mother had an asthma attack. She was breathing into a brown paper bag at 2am and the one job I had to do - to give her a gown - I failed at because I gave a her a winter gown and it was summer and it was too hot and she couldn't breathe. Later I heard my father slung her over his shoulder, carried her to the clinic.

All that day in school, I waited to hear something. I wanted to tell my friends but when I tried, they didn't understand.