The memory continued in my mind.<br/><br/>'My mother sobbed and held her hands to her face. I hugged to her, crying as well. She didn't have much time and I felt it. "Gwen, promise me you will always be kind. Never be like the others. Rude, ungreatful and abusive, please promise me." She said to me, tears stainingn her cheeks. I looked to my mother and nodded. Tears reforming and I was back to hugging her. We stayed like that for a while before I was getting her tea to calm her.'<br/><br/>I walked through the memory, remembering that day. The day my mother died when I left her room. I felt more tears form as I was carried and moved around. I just hoped it wouldn't last much longer.