“đang nói láo”, which roughly translate to you’re lying. It was
something I would say to my parents when joking around or having fun. I’d never thought I would be saying it to my parents in a negative way, but it wasn’t till yesterday that I did. After blood, sweat, and tears from school, AP testing, and extracurricular, my cousin and I decided to celebrate with McDonald. We waited in line and got our coupons out to be as cheap as possible. We ate together, cheered that we were done with AP Testing and how school was basically over. Things took a turn for the worse when my mother called me. My mother was screaming at me to come home. I tried to calm her down, but then she screamed that our cat was hit by a car. My heart sank, I thought it was a lie. My family urgently rushed out of the Mcdonald, getting ready to get into the car. My ring-tone echoed in the parking-lot of Mcdonald, it was my father. “đang nói láo” I screamed to my father, tears slowly fell down my face. My cat was killed in a car accident. I’d be “nói láo” if I told you I was fine. As I reflect on my cat's death, I question if she was happy, if she ate before she died, or when I could see her again. I started to question the point of living, despite death that approaches everyone. My simple answer to that is to make life meaningful and joyful for you. Despite what someone says, if you enjoy something, keep on enjoying it. When I look back at my cat, I know she had a good life. She was able to sleep, eat, and play. It was joyful for her. Her life created meaning to me and my family, even if she did some stupid things. Moving on from my cat was difficult. I still missed her ashy meows, how she ran for food, and how she played with her sister. Even though it was difficult, I had accepted the death of my cat. But, I wasn’t able to do it without my family. The day after she died, my family decided to skip the 1st two blocks of school. We even got Dunkin Donuts that morning. Throughout this crazy year, my family was always there. From the late night study halls at my house to the late night drives to Macs, our way of saying Mcdonalds. My reflection of my cat reminded me of a speech, “grit your teeth and move forward. If you just curl up and hide in a ball, time will pass by you. It won't stop for while you wallow in grief”. Like the speech says, time won’t stop, so I have to keep moving. I know my cat doesn’t want me to grieve forever. I can’t grieve forever because just like my cat, I want to enjoy my life.
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