Mom’s POV “Yes, yes, yes, I will…”, I replied to an anxious client whom to my inconvenience, believed that it was possible to sell her unfinished condo in a matter of 46 minutes. I swept my hair over my shoulder and remembered what I had read online about not succumbing to pressure. Step one-Breathe in, Step two-Breathe out, Step three… As I exhaled the familiar sound of our home phone ringing was enough to give me a migraine. “Mama, mama,” I heard Nate cry. At this point, he had tangled himself into a human pretzel, my legs the center of the winding mess. His hair was static and sticking to my dress pants, but I didn’t mind as I had hardly any time to brush my hair some mornings. Nate continued, “Mama it’s December 12th, and that means it’s …show more content…
almost Christmas time. Can we decorate the tree?” I informed him, “Nate, I am far too busy with work. You know that in order to keep my job I have to sell 15 houses by the end of the calendar year, and I can not sell others’ houses by beautifying ours.” Nate’s deep emerald eyes peered up at me, his lip quivered as he awaited my response. “Why don’t you go ask your brother Michael to help you?” I recalled the first time I sold a property. That day was an important one for both Michael and I. When he was little he had wanted to be a scientist. It was Michael’s first science fair and he had been telling me all about his infamous potato clock that he planned to present. During his presentation, my phone rang and I got the call of a lifetime. It was my client letting me know that her $500,000 property on Chestnut St. had sold for $550,000. Michael was almost finished talking about how the water converted to power when I rushed back into the auditorium, hoping he hadn’t noticed my absence. He looked me dead in the eyes, hurt and confused, and I scrambled to text my boss back about the sale. The same feeling of hecticness came upon me in this moment. Now a teenager, Michael never mentioned science to me anymore, leaving his true feelings about it a mystery that remained unsolved. I was reassured by the fact that this current sale would finally put me in the good books of the company. We were in desperate need of money. That potato Michael had used for his project was similar to what we ate every single day -carbohydrates, boxed mac and cheese, cereal, anything with a low price. With this thought, I came back to reality. Resting my eyes upon Nate’s disappointed face, I knew that what I was doing was best for the future. Ever since my husband, David, left, I had been struggling to make ends meet, saving every penny, using every coupon, and wearing the same wardrobe I did before I walked the path of single-mom-dom. I loved Nate. I loved Michael. I really did. Disappointing them in the short term was better than not being able to afford to send them to college. However, guilt started to overcome me, as I spent the next hour and a half signing contracts and watching the boys open box after box of decorations. They were captivated in the act of hanging family heirlooms and the ornaments I had picked up at the drugstore alike. Then I saw it, blue and silver. Our favorite decoration of all. I rushed over to the boys, took them by the hands, and watched their expressions glow as we all gazed at the beautiful ornament. I cautiously picked it up, hands shaking as I navigated the tree, searching for the perfect spot. It’s easy, I told myself. Hang the ornament...which became a more insuperable obstacle than expected. Before I could say, “Merry Christmas!” the ornament had shattered into pieces. They looked at me with a mix of horror and amazement. Michael embraced Nate in a tight hug, beginning to sweep the shards into a pile. Naturally, Nate, who had loved this ornament for years, took the jagged pieces and tried to piece them back into their original picture. Three polar bears, one big, one medium, and one small. A bear for every member of the Campbell family. I blurted, “Boys, I’m sorry.
I really don’t have time for this, I’ve got to get back to work!” I sat at the kitchen counter, watching Michael comfort Nate, as I calculated the chance that I would meet the real estate agency’s goal. The chance was slim to nothing. My typing quickened, and with each click of the keyboard came a greater sense of stubbornness in me. My eyes left the scene and fixated on my spreadsheet, entering line and line of data. Numbers started spinning in my head. I remembered the day I applied for this job. I had never planned on needing to work after Michael was born. I was glad that my new focus in life would be my young family, and raising my kids to the best of my ability. But when David left, my reality changed. I had to become the money maker of the house. Days spent picking up toy trucks turned into days spent purchasing seven-dollar bus tickets, using the money collected from selling our old Toyota. Coming home to David’s rough beard and angry disposition was no longer a reality, which at least helped a little. I had the entire queen bed to myself. I ended the day by wiping my cherry red lipstick off my lips rather than giving him an obligated kiss after his long day at work. Loving him had become a routine, a sort of forced reality. I knew his anger scared my kids at times, but I didn’t know what to do. I needed David around to support the family. Well, with him gone, it was my …show more content…
responsibility. Shutting off my laptop, I focused my thoughts on my sons.
I refused to drop another ornament and upset them once more. Putting these thoughts in the back of my mind, I gazed around the room. The tree twinkled and came to life in an array of colors. Michael lifted Nate up and reached for the top of the tree. Nate’s small legs spastically kicked back and forth, as he refused to hang the star. “Mama needs to hang the star!” Nate proclaimed. I knew that this could only lead to more trouble. Hadn’t I ruined enough? I told the boys, “Mama is very occupied right now. If she wants to keep us in this wonderful house, she needs to work.” I switched back to first person, “You guys don’t need me anyway.” Their backs turned away from me as they directed their attention to the glass. They’re only children, they’ll get over it, I concluded. I sipped some of yesterday’s coffee. The phone rang once more. It was time to get back in
business.
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
When she and her Ma got home, it was almost dark outside. Frances saw something suspicious, her brother(Mike), shouldn’t be out at this time. Once they got inside, Frances and her mother tucked in all the children and went to bed themselves. Frances was still wondering about Mike, “What was he doing?” She fell asleep falling wiry of her younger brother. When she up, they had breakfast, and headed to their jobs. Frances was still wondering what Mike had done. “Was he stealing? No, their Da(father) had taught them better than that before he fell ill and died. She had never seen her mother cry until then.
At Ten P.m on September 23, 2006, my mother Kelli Elizabeth Dicks was hit by a car on Route 146 southbound trying to cross the high speed lane. She was being picked up by a friend. Instead of taking the exit and coming to the other side of the highway, her ride suggested she run across the street. The impact of the car caused her to be thrown 87 feet away from the original impact zone and land in a grassy patch of land, her shoes stayed where she was hit. She was immediately rushed to Rhode Island Hospital where she was treated for serious injuries. When she arrived at the hospital she was rushed into the operating room for an emergency surgery. The amount of injuries she sustained were unbelievable. She broke 18 different bones, lacerated her liver and her spleen, ruptured her bladder, and she collapsed both lungs. When she went in for her emergency operation, and had her
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Glaring into her eyes, feeling the torment whirl within her as she nears the end, she reminisced about her life. “When we were younger, me and Bo would play hide and seek in the forest. In North Carolina, huge forests sprawled across acres of land, and I remember we found this watermelon patch not far from our house. We’d go down there and take watermelons along with any other fruit we see and run away before an old man would come out with his gun ha-ha! We’d do this for so many summers that man just started having a section of his farm just for us!” Evoked Bo’s sister. All I mustered, a light smirk, however, it only served as a facade as I listened to her story continuously I felt myself wanting to fracture into thousands of pieces. After hours of her recollection of the past, I trudged towards Bo’s room. Peeking inside, I could see cans of food with labels of the expiration dates written in sharpie scattered amid the room. Displayed on his wall, his pieces of artwork of caricatures of an assortment of creatures with phrases plucked from the bible gave his room an ambience of serenity. Though amongst his artwork were abstract pieces, filled to the brim with hearts with sayings such as, “I LOVE U GUYS FOREVER”, with my family’s name at the bottom. Biting my lip, I wanted to wail out loud, but I felt as if I couldn’t at all. Feeling dizzy, I leaned against the wall, panting heavily as
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The phone fell from the woman's hand, landing with a loud crash on the tile floor and busting to pieces. No matter how hard she'd try, she couldn't help the sobs that escaped from her mouth. They became louder and louder, until suddenly they came to a stop. All emotion flooded from her body, and she lay there motionless on the tile. Her two young children hovering over her, fear evident in their eyes. She sat up, grabbing her two young children into her arms, hugging them tighter than she ever had.
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