The Best Meal Ever

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“The Best Meal Ever!”

My best meal ever would have to be, Thanks Giving dinner. Every Thanks Giving the my brobdingnagian family gathers together at my Grandma Shirley’s house for a astonishing and mind-boggling meal. My mother always makes her glorious deviled eggs, made with the well known miracle whip, boiled eggs (of course), paprika, and my grandmothers classified, delicious, that make the eggs worth wild ingredient. And my Aunt Di always brings her stupendous baked corn, that is never dry and may I add that it doesn’t take long to vanish. This is one of the two times that all of the family is together and gets along, and the really is what makes this dinner special. Pulling in the stone drive way my heart starts to race, for the aroma of the food quickly plays with my stomach as I open the car door. The main course of meat to be served is a slow cooked, tender, mouth watering turkey or glazed, juicy ham with pineapple. Do-it-yourself mashed potatoes with melted butter and a hint of sour cream mixed in, toped with the home made turkey gravy. Nothing makes my eyes widen more then the desert that is to come when the outstanding dinner is finish, my Grandmothers home made better then sex cake, with its German chocolate cake, crumbled heath bars, carmal, and whipped cream (bet your mouth is watering already), nothing hits the spot more then a peace of this to good to be true cake. All this and more is why Thanks Giving Dinner is, “The Best Meal Ever”.

The Moment That Changed Everything

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The Moment That Changed Everything
Two and a half years ago in the month of November my mother's heart quit on her while she was working; she was claimed dead for three minutes. I was at school when this happened. I just got off the school bus and noticed all the cars missing from my house; when I realized no one was home, well I naturally figured my mother was at work and her boyfriend was probably at the bar where he was employed. I didn't think much of it. It was Friday and it was my father's weekend to have us so I ran into my room and started getting my clothes packed as fast as I could because I knew it wouldn't be long 'till my father got to my house to pick my sister and I up. He arrived and my sister went ahead and went out to the car with him. I, on the other hand, was still trying to get ready so I was rushing to get ready and on my way out the door the phone rang.
I decided to go ahead and answer it. It was my mother's boyfriend and he was crying and calling from the hospital. He told me my mother was in the hospital her heart quit and she was claimed dead for a few minutes and is being care flighted to a heart hospital in Dayton Ohio and that she was also put on a vent because she wasn't breathing on her own. That was all I was told. I walked out my father's car bawling while they were looking at me wondering why I was crying. I got in the car and they asked, so I told them what my mother's boyfriend had told me. It was a long ride to my dad's house. We got there and my aunt calls me on my cell phone telling me how my sister and I was gong to live with her on the weekends and with my mother's best friend during school days since she lived close to the school. It didn't matter anyway because I barely went to school while she was in the hospital.
I spent my time there with my mother. The first day I went to see her she kept asking where she was, why she was there, where was my sister, and told me she loved me and just kept repeating these things. Seven days later she still didn't remember anything. The doctors pulled the family aside and told us that my mother had had a heart attack and has congested heart failure. Her heart is way to big and most of it is not functional. She has little heart left and the doctors say she has maybe 3 years left to live. She needs a heart transplant but the doctors will not put her on the waiting list because she will never be strong enough to go threw the surgery so she has a pace maker and defibulater. I live on my own now several states away from my mother and her health is not good and I feel so guilty for not being there for her and not being able to help her. She will not let me even send her money to help her out. I love my mom so much that losing her the first time killed me; I can't deal with losing her again.
All of this happening to my mother is why it is the moment that changed everything. Before this happened my mother and I used to fight all of the time and I didn’t want nothing to do with her. Also before this happened I didn’t care about school or what I was going to do in my life. But after I lost my mom even for that 3 minutes it changed my life. I started to care about school because I knew that my mom wanted me to graduate and go to college. I ended up graduating high school in November of 2006, 7 months before the rest of my class of my mates of 2007. My mom and I are now closer then ever even though I am 700 miles away. Even though I feel guilty for being far a way because of her health, it is because of her that I am staying in Virginia. She says she is so proud of me because I moved to better myself. I moved for a better job, college, and to be with my fiancé. She has never been prouder of me.