It has been many years since my nightmares have been passed but they have always remained in my memory. Before I came to live here with my Aunt Marie in Maryland, I lived with my mother and father in Virginia. My father was a commander and my mother was a good housewife who loved me so much. All the hardships and hostile experiences of my life began when a civil war started in Virginia. I was only nine years old then. One evening, my mother and I received terrible news about my father’s death during his service to the country. The news was quite terrifying for us and it felt like the sky had fallen down.
A few months after my father’s death, my mum decided to move to Maryland where Aunt Marie lived as it was no longer safe for us to live in Virginia. We set off our journey but unfortunately, the streets of Virginia were filled with crowds of people who were also moving to a safer place like us. I held my mum’s hands very tight but the crowd was too big and I was knocked down to the ground. The minute I looked up, I knew that the crowd had separated me from my mum. My heart stopped as there was no sign of mum everywhere I looked.
I stood stiffly in the crowd, feeling horrified, scared and nervous. Later on, two men called Toby and Scott came over to me and offered help. I explained to them what had happened and they told me to follow them to find my mum. Although we searched for many hours, we could not find mum, so they told me to stay at their home until I could find my mother. They took me past the main streets, villages and finally stopped at a fenced area where there were no homes.
All I saw there was people working as slaves in many tasks and most of them were being beaten on their backs and legs while doing work. Ever...
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... the most were not in my life anymore even after I had finally escaped from the hands of the brutal terrorists. I did not know what to do, so I roared at the top of my lungs and heart.
However, I am now feeling pleased with my life and I have accepted that everything happened as it ought to be. As I looked back on my life, I knew that I surely had a rough journey but I do not regret of my life. I have learnt that whenever life has knocked us down, all we need to do is have courage, passion and face them bravely until we win the victory. I am now well taken care of by my aunt and my greatest friend, Max is with me. There will be a lot of challenges waiting for me ahead in my life but I can proudly say that I am ready to overcome anything. I will now stop this here and my final message to the readers is to hold on tight and fight no matter how hard things are.
It was August 8th of 2013 when my dad got a call from my Aunt Theresa. She urged him to come over to her house because she had devastating news. The car ride to her house was quiet. The weather was gloomy, the sky was filled with dark cumulus clouds.When we pulled up to my Aunt’s house, the adults were organized into a small circle. My uncles were supporting my grandma, however, I thought nothing of it. My parents had told me to go inside because they had a matter to attend to. I went inside to hang out with my cousins. I saw them a couple days before, but the feeling of happiness never subsides when I see them.
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.
The time I was lost at Walmart, I was six years old I was mad about something and that’s when I started wandering off somewhere until finally I turned around my mom was gone I looked all around couldn’t find her anywhere the feeling of me being by myself without know one being here with me to protect me or be here with me, I felt like I lost her forever and that I can’t find her anywhere because Walmart was like a huge store so it was gonna be tough to find her, after a while I started crying and calling her name “mom!”, at that moment one of the employees at the store helped me find my mom by operating on this entercom and called her name luckily I knew her name because if I didn’t how else will I suppose to find her, next they called her
I figured someone had passed away, but I didn't think much of it. My father spoke to me in a very calm and soft voice with tears in his eyes. In between his words you could hear the hurt. He told me that my godmother had passed away. I sat there not knowing what to say, but could feel the hurt overwhelm me.
I vividly recall being five years old, my mother and I going home after a wedding where she made the decision to drown her pain in alcohol. Being under the influence, mami collapsed in front of my eyes before entering our mint-blue front door. I did not know what was happening so I began to scream desperately for help. She tried to get up off the ground, but she was unable to do so. My initial thought was that she was going to die, and I did not know how to help her. She closed her eyes and for a moment, I thought she was gone. Tears were running down
It was a chilly morning in August and my phone kept buzzing in my pocket with news I wish I could change. I was sitting in the parking lot with one of my friends, talking, before we had to go to work. I grabbed my phone to figure out why it was going crazy. It was my mother: “Terrie is not doing very well; I wanted you to know. I am sorry; She’s nearing the end.” I broke down into tears while my friend witnessed it.
“Progress looks like a bunch of failures and you 're going to have feelings about that because it’s sad but you can’t fall apart. And then one day , you will succeed.” (Grey’s Anatomy) It is the law of life that significant events will occur throughout a human’s existence on Earth. We exist, survive, and thrive because we are able to change. With that in mind, I am grateful for all the opportunities that have and continue to be given to me despite my past failures,lack of inspiration and confidence.
At the age of sixteen I experienced the horrible feeling of losing a loved one. On October 5, 2015 my grandma decided she wanted to leave Houston, Texas and move with us to Brownsville, Texas. During the month she was with me, we would do everything together. In the mornings I would wake up and make her coffee and I would be there with her
In March of 1998, my father was rushed to the hospital because of a heart attack. I remember getting home from basketball practice without my mother home. Instead, my sister was there with her children. The fact that my sister was there was familiar to me, but something did not seem right. My sister stayed with me and did not tell me what happened. Later that night, after my sister left, the news that followed would prepare me to encounter the most defining moment of my life.
You are not your hollow nights or your lack of self-belief or all the times you kissed someone you didn’t even want to kiss. You are not your mistakes and my God, you are certainly not second place. You’re going to find a job that requires you to put your entire heart into every single day and you’re going to leave on Friday’s with an odd, satisfying feeling that people out there need to hear the words you have to say. There will always be milk and eggs in the fridge and you’ll call your folks on the weekend to tell them that you miss them. So take that empty feeling and leave it in the cold, let the wind carry it
My life has been full of so many events. I’ve lived through many hard times combatting my anxiety and depression, while having family problems, and trouble with many other areas in my life. School was a daily problem, and a problem that couldn’t really be avoided or fixed. I really hope that the rest of my life goes in this upward climb pattern that I am in right now, although I expect to have my ups and downs, but now I at least know that I am prepared for them.
Even though I clearly remember all the sanity me and my little family went through. I never wanted them to know their mother just up and disappear on them. I took a deep breath and was about ready to tell them the whole truth. They already knew too much. But right before I could speak, I became suddenly unspoken-less. They gave me this look, not a look of sadness, more like a look of pride and honor. They both huddle close to me and gave me a hug. The words that came from their mouths next. I 'll never forget
On the day my father died, I remember walking home from school with my cousin on a November fall day, feeling the falling leaves dropping off the trees, hitting my cold bare face. Walking into the house, I could feel the tension and knew that something had happened by the look on my grandmother’s face. As I started to head to the refrigerator, my mother told me to come, and she said that we were going to take a trip to the hospital.
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 all started one hot summer morning at sunrise, July 5th 2012 around 3 am the day after the 4th of July holiday. I was awakened by the crying and screaming of my family over me yelling at me “Get UP FUNMI PLEASE”! And as I jumped up startled and shaking wondering what’s going on walking into my, mother’s room seeing a rainfall of tears fall down her face, she then tells me with the most hurtful voice ever “YOUR BROTHER HAS BEEN SHOT AND KILLED”! I completely went into shock as, I could feel my heart drop I started to panic badly wishing, and praying, and hoping saying to myself I wish that someone would pinch me, and wake me up from this terrible dream. The news I had gotten at that moment felt so unreal never would a day go pass in, which I would have thought about going through a loss of one of my siblings this soon.