Personal Narrative: Separation

Kissing Families

I could feel my tiny feet embrace my family 's short, dirty brown carpet. The cool air tickled my skin to form goosebumps. My eyes took in the yellow-white paint that was peeling off at the base of the floor. It was dark outside, but the lamp light was on. My eyes wandered to my mother 's face, with her eyebrows squished together. I thought she 's mad or worried. Her warm and big hands were on my shoulders. I can faintly smell her sweet shampoo. She parted her lips and said, "We are going to a new home. I want you to go pack your stuff." She ushered me upstairs. My confusion turned into pure joy. This was the best day ever! Have you ever had the feeling of your heart being crushed while your stomach constricted and turn from

All the emotions and thought process is overwhelming. It 's like laying in bed and your body is ready to relax, but your mind won 't let you. It is a struggle. Separation takes a toll on the development of the mind and the process of how the brain works. I learned within those twenty four hours how a fear can become true. At five years old, I was left everyday to have this hope inside of me that would be crushed. I waited. I learned that if I fell asleep everyday I could find a place to disappear. A place where I could see my family and have those memories. When really, I didn 't know a single thing. Not a single person could give me a straight answer. Therefore, I was left in silence, anger, and sadness. To this day, it taught me the values of family and a home. A family is everything, especially when no one else is there to hold you up. I grew up to have a smile that betrayed my heart. My eyes were the only thing that gave me away. If you look into a child 's eyes that has been in Foster Care, you could see their feelings within their eyes as well. The "home" I was in wasn 't a home at all. A piece of me was missing. I didn 't belong here and neither did my family. It was just where we lived. I cried with waves of sadness, of the red brick home that I could call my own. I stared at those white walls. I learned to suppress my emotions. This was the only way I could go back to get away after everything had changed. For a child, the word "home" gets deteriorated into a word that doesn’t have it meaning at all. I think today 's culture would be impacted greatly if people went through a similar experience. It would change their outlook on their own families and those in Foster Care. People would change daily and could impact a lot of other children 's lives. A lot of people could prevent one 's fear from coming true of losing a connection with their sibling(s). Thich Nhat Hanh said that