My mother had a stroke attack on August 23, 2003.This story is very close to my heart and it is something which happened recently in my life. This story took place during my mothers stroke. When my mother learned that she was paralysis, she cried a lot and she couldn't face the truth. My mother had a stroke attack on August 23, 2003. She woke up that day and started speaking a different language. Her teeth were on right side of her mouth and she didn't recognize us. I called the ambulance but the ambulance was taking too long so, I called my elder brother and told him the situation. He came and took my mother to the hospital. While, leaving the house, she said to take care of my younger brother. Then my brother took her to the hospital and she had to go through a lot of tests before the doctor could say what was wrong.

The second day in the hospital the doctor said she had a stroke attack which affected her badly and she's paralyses." My mother couldn't move the right side of her body. She couldn't speak and we didn't understand what she was trying to say. From the hospital we shifted her to a nursing home. After that when her senses were coming back, she realized that she couldn't the right side of her body. She cried a lot and she stopped eating. She couldn't face the fact that she had to depend on other people for mostly everything.

The only day my mom smiled was on her birthday which we celebrated at the nursing home, she was happy that day because my niece went with us and my mother saw her after a few months. But she became very sad when she wanted to hold her into her arms but she couldn't. She started crying but we comforted her and she cut the cake with a big smile. We gave the cake to the nurses and when we came home, One of our neighbors asked if we took pictures of our mother? my elder sister replied that we don't want to remember bad memories again. We thought she will get better soon and we didn't want to remember the sad moments.

My mother stopped doing her exercises and she tried to tell us that she wanted to go home. Every time we visited her at the nursing home, and when it's was time to leave, she would get very upset and turn her face on the other side and not say bye. Then we brought her home, but her health was not improving at all. So, we sent her to Pakistan with my other sister. But even there she's still crying and not doing her exercise. She has stopped using her will power. It's now more than one year and we still don't have the mother who left the house on her feet but has not been back on her feet.

This truth not only hurts my mother but everyone in her family. Now I know that my mother can't be the same way that she was before. I miss her in every moment of my life. Specially looking after my younger brother who is 7, I have his responsibilities on me. I have to be different from myself. I have to do housework and pick my brother up from school. I don't have a life beyond my responsibilities and it is life that has taken a different turn. It has gone opposite way from the way I was used to go before. And it's very hard for me to walk on this way because it is full of new things like being responsible. I think I have been reborn again because I have to be different from the mehwish whom everyone knew before. I like this story and i want this story to be graded