Please share one or two memories that you had with that person.
'When my mom underwent her first hip replacement due to her arthritis, the doctor managed to shatter her femur in the process. She was in an extraordinary amount of pain. I waited for hours as the anesthesia wore off and she came to. She opened her eyes, and despite the pain she was in and the situational stress she must have been under, the first thing she told me was to get up on the hospital bed with her and that she loved me. That day, I felt what it was like to be loved; selflessly and unconditionally.
A seemingly trivial thing that has stuck with me to this day is eating ice cream out of the carton with my mother. The day began early in the morning, when I was around 11 years old and I participated in an art competition. The object was to paint a still life of the arrangement in front of us, given 2 hours to work. I worked with acrylic paint, and slaved away for the duration of the time, crafting something that I felt was better than anything I had ever made. Judging came around, and I was awarded first prize. My painting was put on display for the rest of the artists to see, one by one. While most other participants were congratulatory and kind, the last little girl in the line looked at my painting for longer than the rest and said nothing to me. As I approached her to speak, she punched a whole directly through the canvas and threw it onto the ground. Of course, my 11 year old self was devastated. I spent the trip home crying despite her permanent disqualification because I was so beyond excited to take the painting home and show my bedridden mother. I brought the wooden frame home with the ripped canvas and held it up in front of my teary eyes for my mom to see. She told me it was more beautiful than any painting she'd ever seen. I was still crying, and explained to her how the little girl had ruined it. She handed me the spoon she had been eating a pint of ice cream with and told me to lay down with her. She explained that the best things in life are built through adversity and overcoming the difficulties life has to throw at you. She was proud of me for not letting my anger control me, and for letting the other girl walk away without creating hostility between the two of us. It wasn't about the rip through the canvas, it was about the experience that led to it and how it shaped me as a person. Once settling down, I decided share the ice cream with her as she admired what was left of the painting. The mint chocolate ice cream that reminds me of everything she is and how she inspires me to be the person that I am.'