Part 1 of Essay
In a stark room with the lights turned out, I sit alone thinking. In all of my years I have always had stability. There have been no drastic changes in my life. There was the endless time when my mother had breast cancer, but somehow I knew she would pull through, so it did not really phase me. Now I am encountering a ....

Part 2 of Essay
.... me as if everything I had to say was of great importance, regardless of the topic. As I reflect more on this memory I realize my is a lot like the coffee he always had in his hand. The coffee provided him with warmth and comfort. In the same way, was my source of warmth and comfort. He was always there for me in little ways. The days when Dad forgot me at volleyball practice he was there to take me home. He was there to take me shopping when I desperately needed a new outfit. He did not like to shop, bu ....