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31002 589 Discuss an accomplishment or event, formal or informal, that marked your transition from childhood to adulthood within

your culture, community, or family. Marco apurate, Hurry up! You need to take me to the hospital, my mom said through her teeth as she was curled up in a ball on the floor. I had just taken a bite out of my sandwich, which I immediately spit out. Those words flooded my head, fear quickly overwhelmed me. How was I supposed to take her to the hospital? Did she really expected me to drive her there, she never let me drive her anywhere before. I would have to take the freeway, which I had never been on, with her screaming in agonizing pain. She saw the reluctance in my expression and grabbed me by shirt and pulled me towards her, tu puedes, you can do it. Just please take me. I could not say no, so I took her to the hospital. The tension in the car was overwhelming. All I could hear is her screaming in pain. Her teeth clenched, trying to hold back the tears. I had driven before, but this was an entirely new experience. Not only was I driving my mom to the hospital, I had to get on the interstate in the middle of rush hour and in the dark! I hardly drove at night, much less go above forty miles per hour. All I could think was Dont freak out. You can do this; just pretend that it is a normal day. Sadly, that little voice did not calm me down at all. The speeding headlights blinded me from the opposite lanes, the red-bumper lights seemed to have no end. I wanted them to move out of the way. My mom was in terrible pain, yet they did not seem to care. As we finally arrived at the emergency room, my mom began to cry out piercing screams. The entire waiting room looked at her with sympathy; I think the person at the registration also had sympathy for her because they called her in immediately, bypassing the ten people that were there before us. As soon as she was called in, a swarm of nurses came to her aid. Some took her blood pressure, others tried to diagnose what she had. In an instant she was taken into a room. I had to wait outside, anxious. She was given some medication and was told that she could go home. I took her to the car, once again, and drove her back home. My mom was loopy from all the medication and slept on the way home. I was more relaxed then; the streets were abandoned, my mom was no longer in pain, and I could go at a speed that I was comfortable at. When we got home, I laid her down on her bed and tucked her in; just like she used to do with me. It was a new perspective. I was no longer the one who needed to be put to bed. I was no longer the one with the curfew. I was now the caretaker. Just as I was about to leave the room she said to me, Thank you mijo, I dont know what I would have done without you. You were very brave, now go to bed that you have school tomorrow. I knew then that it was not just about me taking her to the hospital, it was her telling me that I was now an adult. She was able to trust me in her time of need and keep calm. It was her way of letting me enter adulthood.

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