My mother...
100 words about the first time you encountered death.
I was four annuals old when my mother died, though she was taken from me a bit closer to the age of two. She was riding her horse and fell, but she wasn't hurt. My father and grandfather insisted that she see the doctor anyway. It turned out that she was sick, but none of us knew.
She was moved to the hospital in the city and, for two annuals, my father and I would visit, though I only got to see her a few times. My father never let it show, but I know losing her broke his heart.
I was four annuals old when my mother died, though she was taken from me a bit closer to the age of two. She was riding her horse and fell, but she wasn't hurt. My father and grandfather insisted that she see the doctor anyway. It turned out that she was sick, but none of us knew.
She was moved to the hospital in the city and, for two annuals, my father and I would visit, though I only got to see her a few times. My father never let it show, but I know losing her broke his heart.