This is how the story ends
Here’s a funny, well not so funny story. I am someone who always wanted things, and I believe that wanting things is good. Maybe too much, because it led people to think that I was selfish during my whole childhood; that feeling began to disappear with time, but still, I was always considered as the less generous person in my family. I hated that part of myself during my whole life, why was I considered like this because I never felt I was selfish. It led me to question myself, doubt myself and hate myself for that. I thought that maybe I was blind and self-centered for not seeing that.
Today, with a little hindsight, I can say that these people were wrong. Maybe when I was little I was a little bit selfish, I can agree on that, but my behavior changed a lot since then. This year demonstrated the opposite.
My mom had a stroke that almost cost her her life and more during July. She woke me up saying that the left side of her body was paralyzed and that she couldn’t feel anything. I immediately called 112 (the European 911, remember this number please) and explained the situation. Waiting at the hospital the whole day, without knowing anything was the hardest part I ever underwent. Finally, in the night, I got to see her, she could barely move her left finger and foot, but I was relieved because at least she could feel something. I went to see her everyday at the hospital during a month, then she finally got home. This was really hard on her, and really hard for me because I was the member of the family who was the most involved in this situation. I called for help, I fed her the first days when she couldn’t move, I took her for a walk whenever she wanted. I really saw here get control of her body bit by bit, that was an amazing experience. However she is still tired and she must rest. She is at home alone because we all got back to school, and I feel how lonely she is. The difference is, unlike the others, that I always sit with her, watch television with her, take her wherever she wants, ask if she needs something or help.
After this, I can finally feel good about myself. Maybe I was selfish when I was little and refused to share my cake, but today I clearly am the opposite. In fact, I am the most generous person of my family and I am relieved that I realized it, but I am also relieved that they also realized it. Of course what other people say may be relevant and important to improve yourself, but sometimes you shouldn’t listen to them. I did, and they were wrong. It will make you feel bad, and you will hate yourself for it. The problem is that they might be wrong.
