I wanted to tell a story on how my parents met and how things ended so quickly. My mom was 15 years old and my dad was about 19 years old.They had went to the same camp as each other for kids who have disabilities, and my mom was sitting at a picnic table and my dad was a counselor and he had saw my mom sitting down so he got friendly with her. Trying to get to know her he thought she was so beautiful, very sweet and pretty. My mom and dad had went out for almost 2 years my mom was 17 and still in high school and my dad had already graduated by the time my mom was a senior in high school she was pregnant with me, at first she was scared that she wouldn't have been able to graduate. She was scared because her mom wasn't there for her. My mom …show more content…
we were headed to north carolina to go stay with our grandparents well my dads parents and the last time I saw my dad was when he was leaving for that basketball camp thing. I cried sometimes, because I would think to myself what could i have done better to keep my mom and dad together. What would've happened if we had never went to that church? I hated the girl who stole my dad away and I also hated my dad for leaving the best women on earth it killed me everyday seeing my mom upset like that and I sometimes would think will my mom ever find happiness again? I want my mom to be happy and to see her smile and just be in love like she was with my dad. So as we had arrived to my grandparents house my mom seemed and little big around her stomach area. I didn't think much of it I kinda thought she was just getting fat no offense momma. Anyways my mom had told us to go in the room so she can talk to us and I thought she was going to tell us that our dad wanted to come and see us, but we had gotten a little bit bigger news my mom was pregnant again we couldn’t understand how it happened because my mom and dad had been so distant. I remember my mom asking us about
I dont really know what im doing, seems like i never have. From being in grade school and not knowing why God put me here to being in high school and still wondering the same thing. You said you wanted something interesting, yet not sad, but those two things are like best friends.
She has two daughters 20 and 27 years of age. They waited eight years before starting a family due her husband being gone a lot because of his military committed. During this time my mother started to embark on her dream to go to college. She worked, went to school and took care of the family all at the same time. She is now a therapist that works with children with special needs. Having children was a great experience because she has always worked with kids. She was always there to listen to her daughters because she stayed home when her girls were younger. This was a decision she and her husband made
One thing that really bothers me is how much I changed. I used to play games all day, not focus on school, wouldn't get in serious trouble, and was very innocent compared to my present day self. There are cons and pros of my past self compared to how I am currently. I am more happy of how I am now then I am before. As time changes, so do I and I can not stop that. What’s done has already been done and can’t be changed so you always have to look towards the future and never the past. The past will not definite who you are today unless you let it. I would have never expect that I would be transferred to a continuation high school in my freshman year. It is a bad thing to many people, but I am thankful that I am sent to it because I will learn
My story begins in 2008 at my house in Limerick, Pa. My dad and I never spent much time together. We did not connect well either. One time my dad came home from the store with a football that became very special to me. The character of myself was excited and hard-working. The character of my dad was supportive and loving. This story starts out with a depressed mood and a miserable tone. The background of my life changing event started with negative experiences between my dad and I.
What makes person a hero? Is it fighting for your country in war, rescuing a “damsel in distress,” or being the one to discover cancer? All of that is heroic, but being a hero can mean many things and be the simplest things. To me, it is being brave and strong when all seems doomed. It is sacrificing things for the better of someone else. It is the smallest act of kindness that was not expected. My mother, Susan Marie McCartney, is my hero.
It was extraordinary, indescribable, breathtaking. I looked out of the window next to me, and before my eyes was the view of a clear, blue sky, covered in sheets of snowy, white clouds. Slowly we began descending through them, revealing the expanse of blue water, stretching in every direction of the horizon. In the far right I could see a glimpse of main land, but not just any land, India. It was there and then, that I knew my life would be changed forever.
When my mom and dad were still together my mom was someone, but I don’t
Ever since I was a little girl I always wanted my life to be like the ones in movies, but sadly it was not. Having one parent wasn't easy, but my dad did his best to be a great father. My parents separated when I was 7 years old and that was when my childhood changed. Growing up with no mother was difficult, in fact, I felt left out when I would be around my friends because they had both of their parents and did family things together and I didn't. It was very depressing for me because I felt like I was different from everyone else. I also felt like I couldn't do anything or go far with my future goals because I didn't get much support like others did. I never found it easy, but I’m glad I had a father that stood by my side through thick and
Some people, some great people deserve to live forever, or at least die in a worthy or in a fulfilling way. I just got the short end of the bargain, I just got one of the worst things on this earth, cancer. Anyone can get the disease, but the way I see it, it seems unfair and unruly that pure souls could end up with a painful and undeserving demise. Unfortunately, I was one of those pure souls.
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...
Everything was starting look like it would work out all right, when our dad told us that he was moving out of his condo. I was kind of confused at first as to why he was telling us this. Then he continued to tell us that he was moving in with his new girlfriend, Saundra. As soon as I heard this, I burst out in tears. I felt as though he did this on purpose; that he waited until I was starting to be responsible and actually feel happy with myself, and then dump some more hard news on me. I thought I had already endured enough; I mean I still had the rest of my childhood to live.
I felt angry that this was happening to me, and i started to take everyone i knew for granted. I would have people walk up to me and say how sorry they are, how it should've never happened, that it wasn't fair, and if i needed anything than let them know. But i just shut everyone out, even the one i needed the most, my mom. And before. I ruined friendships that i needed, lost respect for myself, and all of this happened because i realized that from the beginning of my memories with my dad, i would take him for granted especially the last month with him.
My parents had go to Switzerland the week after for the funeral and the family. We had school going on and my parents decided to leave us with friends and go by their own. I stayed at a very good friend of mine, and my sister at one hers. They left and, where going to stay there at least a week. The time I spent there was really hard. Not only because the most helpful people I could have been with where away but I kept on having flashbacks.
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,
Once my mom actually found out she was pregnant, I’m sure a lot of questions and thoughts were running through her mind. For instance,“what am I going to tell my parents” or “how are we going to support this new baby because we’re broke?” She eventually faced all of the facts and decided to keep this precious child, which in my opinion was the right choice because without him our family wouldn’t be complete.