Romeo And Juliet Reflection Essay

As I watch the shadows of my parents gradually disappear, a train of recollection runs into my mind, I remember the tears and laughters I truly had when I was younger, how my parent’s main intention wasn't marriage, at first, I promised my mother I would consider Paris as a husband for her level of desire and for the honour of our house, but after I was informed that I have to court paris on Thursday, I couldn't hide it.

I fixated at a single point of my room, a painting of my mother holding me as a child, my eyes transitioning in and out of focus because of all my unshed tears. I miss how they cared about me, memories from childhood constantly rushes through my mind, the good old times will stay forever frozen, I was certain that they wanted

I know one last person that can help me, Friar Lawrence. I’ll do anything to be with Romeo.

I walked unsteadily towards my bed, I slouch at a corner, listlessly, gazing at the ceiling, I recollect the moments Romeo and I shared together. The simple visualization of his deep and caring eyes, the sound of his laughter, his favoring glances and heavenly scent. It was that palpable feeling of wholeness, contentment, and security which granted me the courage to reject what was proposed to me by my parents.
My father, that tyrannical, possessive, violent wretch, can say whatever he wants to me, his words lose their connotation. He thinks disowning me can make me obey him? Never. Honestly Juliet, did you think father ever loved you? Why can’t he just listen to me?! Is this honor more important than his own daughter's happiness? Of course, it is.
Father says I’m a tallow faced baggage ready to be kicked out, mother says not to talk to her and wants nothing to do with this situation, fine if they want me out so desperately I’ll delightfully do so very