The day after my mom took me to the zoo where she like the monkeys and I liked the bears, it was a Friday. I came home from school. She gave me a hug and told me to do my homework in my room so I could watch TV later. I went into my room and she sat down at the kitchen table, I guess, and then she screamed, and I ran out, and she had fallen over. She was lying on the floor holding her head and jerking. And I freaked out. I should have called 911, but I just started screaming and crying until she finally stopped jerking, and I thought she had fallen asleep and the whatever hurt didn’t hurt anymore. So I just sat there of the floor with her until my dad got home an hour later, and he’s screaming ‘Why did you call 911?’ and trying to give her CPR, but by then she was plenty dead. Aneurysm. Worst day. I win. You drink.