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In a world of resounding echoes, "Mom" is one of the few words that last forever. Being a teenager, I find it hard to admit, but I know it's true with all my heart; I need my mother, and the bond that is between us has gotten me through so much, and will get me through so much more.
How do I describe my relationship with my mom? It's quite hard to put in words. Ever since I was a little kid, I've been wearing her out. I yelled and screamed and got angry, and yet, when I needed her, I ran crying into her arms. Somehow, she is all I need in a time of difficulty.
Now that I'm a bit older, I don't screm and yell and cry anymore. I just stay silent and aloof. Yet, she knows something's wrong, and stays by my side until she makes me laugh.
Honestly, I don't know how she does it. I guess it just comes with being a mother.
I need her everyday. However, one of the toughest times I had to deal with was when both my grandparents died, not a 40-day span between their deaths. I was about 13, and thought I would simply dissolve in my own tears. I had never faced a loss before, and simply didn't know what to do. But my mother, who stood facing a loss even bigger than mine (She had lost her own mom!), was there for me. She was a shoulder to cry on. Together, we pulled through it. I honestly don't believe that I would have gotten over it if it weren't for my mother.
Today, I don't see my mom as much as I used to. She has more work to do, and so do...