A mother in Mannville narrative As she announced that Jerry had no birth giver, I was in a state of complete shock. My hands were numb, I couldn't feel any section of my body, my nose red as an apple, my teeth and body trembling. I couldn't get over why this toddler had lied to me. How his innocent mind would do that. But my question was why ? What what his reasoning ? I truly didn't understand him. I wanted to get to the bottom of it, but I knew time had to pass, for me to realize why he had lied to me. All of these questions were going through my mind and still I couldn't identify the answer. I wanted to see him one more time, I needed to. I waited hours for him to show up to the orphanage. It was getting late and …show more content…
still he hadn't came back. I didn't hear from him, no one knew where he'd gone to. I was growing tired so I headed to look for Jerry. Some minutes passed and I saw a young boy. His bright blue eyes sparkling in the sun, his messy blonde hair moving as he walked toward me. The smudges on his pale skin resembled how hard he'd been working. His dirty clothes with patches on them, with no shoes on only bare footed he came to me. Six billion people in the world and he's the only one I would rather see. I asked him for a hug and he hugs me tightly, I didn't want to let go, but as we separated, I asked him "would you want to go and stay with me ?" With tears in his eyes, he replied "yes, I'd love to" Three years later, Jerry & I had been living a good life.
He was now fifteen, we moved to New York where he'd been going to school. A year later after I adopted Jerry, I met the love of my life, he was tall, handsome, and had a really good sense of humor. I loved him so much more than I could ever imagine. Jerry & him got along well, sometimes they had their ups and downs but they resolved it at the end of the day. One day in March, I got a phone call from the school Jerry was in. The principal said it was urgent and to come quickly, I got all my things & rushed to his school. I didn't see Jerry nowhere in sight, my eyes darting in concern, I bit my lower lip as my eyebrows drew together. Ambulances were outside, they took a boy with him, I realized it was Jerry. I didn't know what to say, I ran to him. All he said was "I love you mom" I instantly started crying all I said was "I love you too baby, everything will be okay, trust me" I didn't know what was going on, as soon as we got off the ambulance I immediately asked someone, they didn't have any information. Many and many hours passed, my husband was with me the whole time. The doctor asked who's jerry's parents were, I approached him & said it was us, he began talking "I have very bad
news..." I couldn't believe it, I just really couldn't believe he was in the casket. My heart was in pieces, I could actually feel the pain from my chest from seeing him in there, his blonde hair, his eyes shut, oh how much I loved him, I'll never forget the times I spent with him. A weird strangling sound comes out of my mouth, I'm gulping for air, I wipe my eyes and my sleeve is now moist, I'm still shaking. Besides me was Jerry, my son.
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
Months later, I woke up and walked down stairs to make my oats. I walked downstairs and was looking for my Father. I looked everywhere in the house before I noticed he was no-where to be found. Then I walked into the living room and saw my Mother. She was hysterical. Tears were running down her cheek like the Mississippi flowed into the Gulf of Mexico.
“You know somethin’, Gloria? This sweet ole cat and me has been together for fifteen years. We’ve lasted longer than most marriages,” (“Everybody Loves Opal”).
I do not typically attend things such as flea markets, craft shows, etc. My grandmother and mother are both crafters, but I never got into such habits or hobbies. My friend Jeremy Panitzke, who has gone to Keller’s Flea Market with his family for years with his family, insisted I go see why it can be so interesting and fun.
It felt so dragged out because all I wanted was to see him and tell him the news. Our connection felt different, phone calls were made shorter and they weren’t as frequent. I missed him. Two nights had gone by without a phone call or even a message. This wasn’t typical of Luke. I was becoming increasingly worried. I tried to distract myself from the situation and went to Atlanta to visit my parent’s for the weekend. This provided a distraction from my despair. When I arrived home, the flat fell silent. I sat aimlessly on the sofa, starring at the telephone, hoping that maybe it would ring. I tried turning my television on but I was oblivious to anything around me. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I knew something was wrong. Fifty-five minutes passed, as I stared at the phone. That was when I heard it
At the moment, I was shocked when Ms. Clark told me that Jerry had no mother nor skates, not because I heard her doltish voice. I was shocked at that fact that a responsible and caring little twelve years old boy lied to me. After a while, I wonder why Jerry lied. One thought I had in mind was that Jerry didn't want to get adopted. I wanted to ask why he lied. Although, I wasn't sure if Jerry wanted to talk about it.
In his sleep he could hear voices screaming at the back of the plane and then an announcement if there was a doctor on board. He waited five minutes until another announcement came and by this time he could tell it was a ladies voice that was screaming. He gets up from his seat and looks for the airhostess to let her know that he is a doctor and can he help. As he got closer and closer he knew that she was very pregnant and about to have a baby. John had never felt himself panic before, he was now not going to be a heart surgeon but instead was going to be a doctor who was going to have to deliver a baby.
Tim peered through his ratty dread, fallen over his eyes like a rat tail. He looked blurry-eyed at the wet LA boulevard. Rain streaked his face as he took in the long, dark road ahead. The blacktop glistened in the traffic signals’ light. The only yellow light shimmered from the rare passing headlights. Few and far between, puke puddles lined the sidewalks. His tears were indecipherable amidst rain drops.
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
As the contractions began to grip my stomach, I realized that my life would forever be changed. Knowing the old me had to die in order for me to become a new me. After being abandon at the age of five, I grew up feeling lonely and unloved. I was filled with so much anger, malice, hurt and unforgiveness that I held against others. I didn’t have the luxury of living in a stable environment, because growing up I was always living from home to home. I had no intentions to strive for better, I had begun to allow my upbringing to be my excuse. Years of disappointment resulted in me caring less in others desire. I couldn’t love anyone because love was never shown to me, but
The moment we stepped foot into the hospital, I could hear my aunt telling my mother that “he is in a better place now”. At that moment, something had already told me that my dad was deceased; it was like I could feel it or something. I felt the chills that all of a sudden came on my arms. As my mother and grandmother were both holding my hand, they took me into this small room. The walls were white, and it had a table with four tissue boxes sitting on the top. My other grandmother was there, and so were my two aunts, my uncles, and
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...
It was around 2:00pm and it was time to open presents. I started with opening friend’s presents then I opened families. I was finally done opening all my presents. I looked around at all the people, who were looking at me and my dad was nowhere to be. That was the only present that I was looking forward too. The party ended and my dad didn’t show up, my little four years old hopes were in the ground, it was like I could feel my heart ripping appart. I looked at my mom and she mouthed I’m sorry, my faced turned rosy red and my eyes filled with tears. From that moment on my life was never the same. It was a dark cloudy day and I was going to see my dad. We were playing the game Sorry and he was winning. I was the yellow player and he was the green player, he was laughing and smiling the whole time. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my Friday afternoon any other way. When the game was over he asked me to clean up the game while he went out to smoke a cig. When he entered the room and the game wasn’t picked up, he went crazy. His eyes seemed to turn a dark almost black color. It was like he was a completely different person when he came back