An Inherited Nightmare of a Mo

A Mother's Inherited Nightmares "Honey...wake up you're just dreaming," my husband said almost irritated with my unconscious state of sweating, kicking, and screaming. My eyes were already open when he managed to bring me back to reality. The picture in front of them slowly changed from the past to the present surroundings of our bedroom. " What is your problem?" Bryce asked. Without answering him I whipped my head around in a panic to see 2:45 …

…up to the railing. He smiled at me. He mumbled the word he knew best, "Mommy!" I couldn't help but smile back at him. Suddenly I knew what my mother had felt all those years and I knew I couldn't worry about the finals or the past; I had to cherish the moment. The professor wrote- Very Good Essay. Excellent storytelling skills. Great descriptions. Very good communication of your feelings- strong writing. Well Done! A