Mine was when my grandfather passed away on my birthday back in 2009 (25/12/09) and I had no clue what was going on, untill we reached the hospital, i saw my cousins and i was happy, i got slapped by my mum, that hurt, and then we went in to the room and we a dead body on a hospital bed, face covered as a sign of respect, i see my mum uncovering his face, and i started to cry along with her because she broke down, and well it was unsettling
Another sad memoir of mine was when my Grandma (my grandad's younger sister) passed away back in 2015, we were getting evicted out of our flat and my mum wakes me up and i remember seeing her cry, and we were really in a bad place during those years, but anyways, yeah, and then we had to go to Harrow to go see my Granny's family (her sons and daughters she has like 9 kids idek but all my auntys and uncle) and we go to see her face one last time in the mosque, and then we went to see her burrial, a day later after her burrial, i was back to school, and someone asks me as i hung my coat up how was my weekend and on that spot i started having an emotional breakdown, and i just bursted in to a billion tears and i couldn't speak or breathe properly it was just overwhelming for me, after that I was with my English teacher (also head of year (group) 5 and 6) and she just helped me cope with the pain, remember the good thoughts and moments, she was one of the best teachers and role models, and really was there for me all the way through, but it felt weird to break down, it's really scary and depressing at a young age losing many loved ones and just going through other stuff too. BUT yeah thanks for reading all that uwu.
Another sad memoir of mine was when my Grandma (my grandad's younger sister) passed away back in 2015, we were getting evicted out of our flat and my mum wakes me up and i remember seeing her cry, and we were really in a bad place during those years, but anyways, yeah, and then we had to go to Harrow to go see my Granny's family (her sons and daughters she has like 9 kids idek but all my auntys and uncle) and we go to see her face one last time in the mosque, and then we went to see her burrial, a day later after her burrial, i was back to school, and someone asks me as i hung my coat up how was my weekend and on that spot i started having an emotional breakdown, and i just bursted in to a billion tears and i couldn't speak or breathe properly it was just overwhelming for me, after that I was with my English teacher (also head of year (group) 5 and 6) and she just helped me cope with the pain, remember the good thoughts and moments, she was one of the best teachers and role models, and really was there for me all the way through, but it felt weird to break down, it's really scary and depressing at a young age losing many loved ones and just going through other stuff too. BUT yeah thanks for reading all that uwu.





