It was the summer of 2016, and my family and I planned to go on a cruise to Jamaica. My sister was away on a Christian mission trip, so it was just me, my dad, and my mom. We were hesitant to follow through with the trip because there was news about severe weather going through our path, but we continued after noticing the better weather. We had to drive to Florida to get on the cruise ship, but the road trip didn’t go entirely as plan. In Georgia, we managed to get a flat tire, but luckily we had a spare. Finally, we reached Florida and got rest for the cruise tomorrow. My mom woke me up in a hurry because we were about to miss the cruise. I rushed, and we just made it before they left us. If I knew what was going to happen, I would have wanted never to wake up.I was excited to get on the cruise because it was my first time on the open ocean. The ship was enormous, and it took us awhile to find our room. It was near the front of the seacraft, which was far away from pretty much everything. After dropping our suitcases off, we had to go to the concert room for information. The breeze was forceful and smelled of salt, and the sun was the brightest I have ever seen. When we got to the concert room, I started looking around. I was not listening to the instructors because they were talking about what to do during an emergency. I never listen to these on the planes, because the chances of us crashing were rare. I was fascinated by the openness of the room. I looked up and saw slides criss crossing and overlapping each other in the air. Each slide was a different color, and they all combined to make what looked like a scrambled rainbow.I was interrupted by mom tapping me on the shoulder, so I did not lose her. I followed her to the dining room, and by this time we were already moving. The tide in the ocean caused me to become extremely sick, and I could not even imagine eating. Luckily, my mom had some medicine in her purse, so I was able to eat. They served us some of the best seafood I have ever had, and they gave me a cake because it was my birthday. I was turning 14, and I this birthday would become the most memorable one of all.We went to bed and woke up early to do some activities. My parents went to the spa while I was running around the arcade. We met back up, and we went to a bird exhibit. At the exhibition, we held bird seed in our hands and watched the birds fly into them. Watching a bird stop right on my arm was beautiful. I loved it so much I wanted to do it again, but we had to leave. I started crying, but then my parents promised me that we would see the birds tomorrow. After eating lunch, we went to the pool. I got to ride the slides, but they still were not as fun at the birds. The slides made me exhausted and hungry. I wolfed plates and plates of seafood so quickly my parents had to stop me. Only two more days until we got to Jamaica, but I did not want the cruise to end.Waking up the next day was harder. I was sore from the slides ,and I had a dreadful sunburn. The weather did not motivate me either with its dark clouds and humid air. I eventually got up, because I did not want to miss the birds. I got to the exhibit but there was no one there. My parents asked one of the workers, and they said was to bad for the birds. I looked into the distance and saw the birds flying away. I was not sad, but I was worried. I wondered why the birds the left. I forgot about the birds after watching another movie in the concert room. We went to go to eat lunch, which I ate little of. I was tired of seafood so I only ate a salad. I should have eaten more, but sirens started going off. An instructor with a weirdly calming voice told all of use to go to the back of the ship because we were experiencing turbulent waves. The ship began rocking side to side so hard I was struggling to stand. Everyone was rushing to the back, and in the commotion, I lost my mom. I was not worried because I knew my mom would catch up. With that optimism, my dad and I continued to the back of the ship and we were directed to a raft. By this time, I was extremely sick to the point where my dad was having to carry me. I watched as we were forced on a full raft and given life jackets. My dad was screaming at the instructor telling him that we needed to wait for my mom, but he just told us that we would find each other eventually. The fright this whole experience was giving me left me speechless as we were brought down to the ocean. The landing was not soft, and we were told to paddle as quick as we could because the ship was beginning to capsize. We had to use our hands, and the water was cold. By the time we were about 100 yards away from the ship, it completely overturned. I could not breathe. It felt like my spirit just left my body. I prayed and prayed that my mom made it to a raft in time. The water was too rough to swim in, and the boats that made it to the water were already too far. I started screaming, using all the energy in me to call for her, but there was no answer. My dad held me and we started crying.It felt like an eternity as we sat there mourning, but we were rescued by a cargo ship the next day. The ship us took us back to Florida and we waited there to get news about my mom. The optimism was decreasing, but it was completely destroyed after we heard the news. Only three of the five boats were rescued, and my mom was not on any of them. Still do this day, I imagine how many things warned us about that cruise. The universe was trying to stop us from going, but we did not listen. My mom’s body was never found, but we still “buried” her. Every birthday, I visit her grave, and I think about how lucky I was to have her.