Everything was fine. It was the last day of school before Christmas break and everything was fine. My sister picked me up from school with my friend Sean and we were headed home. Then we got a call from my mom. She told us to meet her at her doctor's office because she had to talk to us. I didn't know what to expect. She wasn't supposed to be at the doctor's. She was supposed to be at home packing for our Christmas vacation to South Africa. We got of the car and she met us outside. She started saying about how we weren't going to South Africa anymore, but that didn't matter to me. I wanted to know why we were at the doctor's. Then she said two big, scary words. BRAIN ANEURYSM. I didn't even know what to do. What was it? How did you get it? What is happening? Why? Why? WHY? This wasn't supposed to happen. This was not apart of the plan. My plan. After she said she had one and explained what it was. I asked her what it meant. She said she was very blessed because if we had gotten onto the plane to go to South Africa, it would've burst and she would have had a stroke in the air and died. I would've lost my mother. I think about it all the time now. Like how precious life is and all. Later on the next day, she had surgery and everything was fine. But it was a different kind of fine. A fine I didn't want to experience. I missed the other fine. I wanted it to go back to how it used to be. But it never will.