Yes!!! My mom is everything to me and even more. My mom was the sweetest person you would ever meet. Her name was Sarita Ann Brown and she died at the age of 32 on Sep. 13, 1999. I was 8 years old. Many times at night I had nightmares my mom would get me up sit me on the kitchen counter and make me some coco and rocked me back to sleep. When she was alive she took me on so many trips. We went to Canada, Mexico, Dominican Republic, and China. The trip that I remember the most was in August 14-August 20, 1999. We went on the Disney cruise. She took me so many places. My mom is a hero to me. Till this day I will cry over her. I have been in many fights with people because; they said that I was stupid to still feel like she was still here. I feel my mom around me every time I get in a situation where I felt like I could not find my way out. I still wish that I could talk to her about what is going on in my life. I sometimes wonder if I am making her happy with the things I do. I cannot even count on one figure how many times I have went to her grave to say that I was sorry for doing what I did the day before. I may seem crazy to you, and I may see like I have lost my good since a long time ago. But, that is my mom: My heart, my soul and my everything that I can never be. The old I get the more I look like her. My grandmother sometimes cry when she sees me late at night because, she says I look like her so much. Even though many may say it’s time for me to let go. I still feel that I have a long way to go before I let go.
In Persepolis Marjane was in a situation where the people were talking about her and she went off on them. But, after that she ran out crying and thinking," Where were my parents to take me in their arms, to reassure me? (197). Even though her parents have not died she still felt alone and helpless. This can connect to how I felt when I was put in a situation and had no one to talk to.
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