The Time I Laughed Really Really Hard

        

Mothers are supposed to be the back bone of your life. They protect you and love you like you wouldn't imagine. They are supposed to make it they're goal and achievement in life to make you happy beyond measure. Well, maybe not my mom or my that means my family. Don't get me wrong my mom loves us unconditionally but once you have 6 kids by the third you're exhausted. My mom had to find hobbies she did what any 45 year old does with older kids, waste my fathers money on house paintings, or whatever was on the Home Interior catalog she feels the need to buy things we don't need. My family was having just a normal evening 8pm my sisters settling down me reading, and my little brother doing..whatever it is he does at 8pm. My second oldest sister Faby and Stephanie got into an argument over food. My sister Faby was playing around and it escalated and stephanie was tired so she pretended to run towards her. Faby did not see the pillow in the middle of the wooden floor and ran and crashed in so hard to my back windows. My mom in the kitchen rushed to the living room to see what happened and the fist thing that came out of her mouth was her prized possession her newest arrival  her huge mirror made of glass. My sister cracked her back from the impact and all you hear is my mom going on and on yelling to the top of her lungs how lucky my sister was that she didnt crash into the mirror. My sister had to wear a neck brace for a month and a half  but i will never forget how fast my mom got into the room to yell at my sister for ALMOST  killing her mirror.