Amazing Kids! Magazine

The Broken Heart

By Ashley Faulkner, age 14, Ohio

 

It was the day of love—Valentine’s Day, February 14, 2015. I was at my friend Kellen’s house. I remember it was a bright and misty morning, and Kellen and I were setting up a board game. Then out of nowhere, Kellen’s mom’s phone started going off like an old-fashioned telephone. She picked it up and said hello. Kellen and I stopped what we were doing to listen and see what was going on. Her mother’s face was weary but kind with a gentle smile. However, after a minute or two, she became more alert and worried. We could tell something really terrible had happened.

When she turned and looked at me with the same expression, I started to get worried. I knew something was really wrong; I just did not know what. Then she handed me the phone with a shaky hand.

“Hello?” I asked with growing concern.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Dad said. “Mom had to go to the hospital. The doctors say she had a stroke.”

Time was frozen, and the world was silent except for Dad’s voice. “You’re probably going to be spending some time with your grandma Faulkner,” he continued. At that moment, my whole life structure began crumbling under my feet, like a rock that was being eroded and quickly falling apart. I knew my life was never going to be the same again.

I was in so much shock from what had happened, the next few days flew by. I didn’t really know what to do; I just kept thinking about my mom and how much I wished I had been there with her. I regretted going to the sleepover. All I wanted to do was see my mom, but the hospital that she was in would not allow kids my age into the Emergency Bay. My dad and I agreed to be open and honest with each other. He called me every day to keep me updated about my mom’s condition, and after a while, I chose to keep a calm head and be strong for my family.

Ever since that day, my mom has acted differently; she processes things differently and acts differently, almost more childish and less how you’d think a mom would act. When my mom went into the hospital, I had to live with my grandparents for eight months. I have had to mature faster than others my age by getting myself up and ready every day, helping with house chores, and being more independent on homework and life responsibilities. I’ve learned to be thankful for everything I have and the things I’m able to do with my family because everything could change in a blink of an eye.

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