The disease caused by an uncontrolled division of abnormal cells; throbbing minuscule fragments that meant so much. They were the reason for my pain as I watched her, the woman who gave birth to me, the woman who surrendered her dreams for me. As serenity dispersed throughout the infirmary corridor and snatched my beating heart along with it. My surroundings commenced to move about torpidly as my mother's salubrity corroded into oblivion. There remained my essence, as the encounter that changed my being tremendously.
It was an arctic, bittersweet month of November of my young existence which was now at the notable two digit standard, when my parents said, "sit down, there's something we have to tell you" the words dashed into my ears, I transitorily became immobilized, the time that it took me to sit in the dark pulchritudinous leather chair that in reality couldn't support what my soul consisted of as I sat in a black hole grasping towards the terminal seemed incessant.
Having an incredible perpetual source of empathetic self-awareness, maturity for the matter, fortitude and an ample sense of responsibility at a very peculiar age was truthfully what aided me in overcoming such turbulent vicissitude. As I at a young age in a matter of minutes had to become a role model for my brother, a motherless and partially fatherless boy. Partially in the sense that my father had to undertake three jobs to cover my mother's chemotherapy expenses. The mere couple of hours we saw him we savored it, relished in the milliseconds he cradled us in his arms. Our hearts unconsciously elevated into a state of mental blankness. Vacant, ostensibly untouched by agony or misery; for those sheer moments life was at its prime.Until reality set into place, hearts ached and traces of globular formations of clear liquid grazed our porcelain innocent eyes. Living in the public squalor, police sirens became a pulsated shibboleth to our ears.
It did alter me, in incogitable ways. My very own existence magnified by a smooth, crisp, lunular glass. Helped me in seeing the form of life and how precious it unequivocally is, the true meaning on how organisms differentiate from inanimate objects. Into the recherche approach to my existence, where I now find myself clutching every second and morphing it into a spectrum of amaranthine opportunities.
Architecture is something that has always caught my utmost admiration; I find it being the best of both worlds modern technology meets art. Toluca de Lerdo, my sub humid, glacial hometown being the thirty-second most inhabited city in the country of Mexico, was where the foundation of my love for Architecture originated. My grandfather a prestigious civil engineer who worked for the city of Mexico D.F's Treasury was truly whom inspired me, the passion he had for his occupation the richness of it all enraptured me.
The profession of designing structures branches off to the absolute most precise, imaginative yet awe inducting things that compose our world today. Time is never promised; as new ideas and concoctions are devised, the meticulous human mind and its surroundings bloom.
Determination is what sets one apart; mishaps do transpire through the dermis of the raging yet benevolent mind, as resilient hands generate calluses and the thriving nostalgic pain of success rushes through the vessels.
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