The preface to my defining moment began on a cold evening during the fall of 2009. My Mom was diagnosed with stage-four, triple-negative Breast Cancer, and she passed away a year later when the cancer had completely spread throughout her body. My Mom was my best friend growing up, we did everything together. I didn't just lose her when she passed, but I lost our friendship, and that was definitely the hardest part.After she passed, I stayed in my room for a couple weeks, shutting out anyone who tried to come in. I gave up the things that made me happy and I avoided anything that reminded me of her.
As cheesy as it sounds,my defining moment happened late one night while I was home alone. I came out of my room and just sat on my kitchen floor and thought for a while. I came to the realization that I literally needed to get back up on my feet and keep moving on with my life. So, I started cooking and I have been since. My Mom and I cooked together all the time, and it is my personal way of still being connected to her.This moment changed me for the better,and it gave me a new perspective on life. It made me realize that we can't control everything that goes on around us, so we need to cherish every single moment because in an instant everything can change.