I felt a very strong sorrow when my mother broke her ankle about 4 years ago. Then, I was a high school student, and stayed in school until 9:00Pm. Since I had to go home very late, my mother had been worrying about my security and used to come to my school to pick me up.
Usually she drove to my school, to that she could pick me up in her car. However, one day, she walked to the school since she decided that she wanted to take a walk. My mother is quite fashionable, so she always wear high heels. That day was not an exception. She was walking to my school in high-heels.
Unfortunately, walking to my school wearing high-heels turned out to not to be the best decision. On her way, she had to go across a park which was next to my school. Since it was very dark, and the grass was not well-managed in the park, she ended up losing her footing and broke her ankle. I heard that she broke her ankle when I was studying in the school. At first, I was more worried than sad. Hoping she would be okay, I got home by myself. My father took my mother to the hospital, and they came home after a while. All of a sudden, looking at my mother’s ankle wearing a cast, I burst into tears. Even though I knew it was not my fault, I felt so sorry that she got hurt on her way to pick me up. Getting the news that she got hurt was completely different from looking at her ankle in the cast in the flesh. At that moment, I felt sorry, sad, and worried. All the negative feelings were mixed and I could not stop crying. I decided to help a lot with the housework.
It was one of the most intense moments of my life.