<p>I know i am not suppose to put essay on like this, but hey it's the last minute!!</p>
<p>Pompt: Write an essay about an event or experience that helped you learn what is important to you and why it is important.</p>
<p>When I stumbled into the hospital room, my worst fear was confirmed by the gravity in the ward. There, I found all my extended family around my mother, who seemed even more atrophied than she was this morning. The doctor, scanning the monitors, said solemnly, She doesnt have much time left. With that, the woeful ambiance reached its peak, and I began to cry. Do not worry about me, mom, I will be a good kid, I said in an unsteady voice. Then, a teardrop slid slowly down her right cheek, and her eyes finally lost their remaining life force.</p>
<p>Beep, beep, beeeee In that moment of ghastly silence, I saw all the fluctuating lines on the electrocardiogram cease their movement and drop dead into straight lines. I am sorry, said the doctor, she has left us. At that time, I did not understand the full meaning and impact of those words, or how such a short phrase could so dramatically influence my life. </p>
<p>Before moving to America, I lived in a family less fortunate than most of my peers. My dad, overwhelmed by this incident, spent most of his time working at the office or in his room, trying to make himself oblivious to what had happened. As a result, I grew up as a child who was more independent and responsible. While the other kids relied on their parents to take care of details such as cleaning up their rooms or checking homework, I depended on myself to stay on top of tasks. Often, when I got back from prep school, dishes bought from some restaurant would be laid on the kitchen table, but father would have gone back to work already. I rarely had a chance to share with my dad about what happened at school, how I got another A on the test or how much I liked dodgeball. As a fourth grader, I could not help but wonder, Why dont I have a mom who cooks and helps me with my homework, or just someone who will listen to my feelings?</p>
<p>Four years after that turning point, my family immigrated to America to receive my grandparents support. Here, I lived with my father, brother, aunts, uncle, and grandparents. </p>
<p>In this new environment, I received more care than I had ever had before. During dinner time, we would all eat together, discussing how delicious the dishes grandmother made were. I could now say I am home to someone when I came back from school. In the evening, I would share with my aunts about my concerns and how I was doing in school. Although these things may seem natural and usual to those who were blessed with a perfect family, they were not given to me before. Remembering how everything was before the changes, I cherished and appreciated these interactions with those around me. To me, it was a privilege to have people looking after me again. </p>
<p>From the passing away of my mother to the uniting with my relatives in the United States, I understood the significance of a family. While the difficult situation I lived in before had driven me to rely mostly on myself, the relation I now have allowed me to share with others about myself. The two families I had were important to me. By being part of both, I realized how precious and lucky I am to be able to care for others and be cared by them.</p>