My mother came home tonight from work and said her pulse is eerily faint. My mother works too hard for this family; she is the only one supporting my father, herself, and me. My father is handicapped, he has Parkinsons Disease, a mental/physical disorder that blocks signals from your brain to your limbs and disables proper function of them. In short, he shakes, and he can't walk because it's dificult for him to move his legs.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am still in high school, and at the very early years, at that, though I won't say exactly what level. If my mother should fall to illness as well, I fear this family cannot survive solely dependent on me.

I know I have said some harsh words about my mother, my family, in the past. But we always hurt the ones we love the most, so I can only hope all our misdoings have been forgiven. I know I am ungrateful at times, for all the work my mother does, but it is just human nature. We can never be grateful enough, we are always wanting more, something else.

This is not to say I will stop complaining about work, because I won't.

I guess what I'm trying to write is that my family owes a lot to my mother, she is our salvation. I just thought that if I never have the courage to tell her that myself and swallow my pride, I shall at least write some inkling of it down somewhere.