Personal Narrative the Infidelity of my Mother Betrayal at Age Seven One incident in my life was so traumatic and disturbing that it haunts me to this day. I have not censored anything that I recall about this episode so reader discretion is advised. I have lived a very soap opera-like life. I have survived nearly every experience that is capable of destroying families. The main obstacle that I had to overcome, though, occurred when I was seven years old. I had come back from church with my aunt and uncle at about 11:00 p.m. Being tired, I brushed my teeth and went straight to bed. I woke up about two hours later and had to go to the bathroom. As I opened the door and started down the hall, I looked into the kitchen. To my surprise, I found my mother with her shirt unbuttoned and her breasts in a man’s mouth. It was even more traumatic to realize that the man who she was straddling was not my father. He was my uncle Jason, my father’s brother and best friend. This whole incident is blurred because I have tried to block it out of memory for such a long time now. I recall that I quietly turned around and went back to bed. I must have cried for hours that night, helplessly crying myself to sleep. My mother must have heard me because she came in to see what was the matter. I told her what I saw and asked her why, why she was doing that with my uncle. I’m not sure what she said, but I remember her telling me that it would never happen again. It was already too late--my childhood life was destroyed. My picture of the perfect American family was completely shattered. How does a seven year old boy handle such a situation? How does one respond to finding his father sleeping soundly in bed--probably having dreams of his wedding day—while... ... middle of paper ... ...here are only eight people who have my full trust---my girlfriend, my father, my brother, my girlfriend’s parents, and of three my high school friends. Life has taught me a lot. I hope that some of the hardships I have faced will not come back to haunt me in the future. I hope that no one has to go through what I have gone through. If they do, I hope they handle it as well as, if not better than, I did. Most importantly, I know that God has been with me through it all and has given me a chance to have an incredible life with the girl I love. Bibliography: Bibliography Acid Rain. Acidrain.html at www.mde.state.md.us page 1. The Environment-Acid Rain. tgl.geology.muohio.edu/focus/acidrain page 1-5. The Environmental Agency: Acid Rain www.ea.com page 1. The Texas Natural Resource Conservation Commisssion at www.sos.state.tx.us/tac pages 1-2.
The topic of this paper is acid deposition, also known as acid Rain. Acid rain is precipitation, as rain, snow or sleet containing relatively high concentration of acid forming chemicals. As the pollutants from coal, smoke, chemical manufacturing, and smelting, that have been released into the atmosphere and combine with water vapor, the harmful deposition is created (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/acid+rain). Acid rain affects many things greatly.
For me, it was very hard having my parents divorce, but I think it helped me become the person I am today. Even though I know that it was better for my parents to no longer be together, it still hurt me. I am not very close with my mother and that is why I partially blame my parents divorce on her. Me not being close to her affects me everyday. As a result of my parents divorcing, it has caused me a lot of emotional trauma for the past four years.
In order to help, people must first understand what acid rain is. The EPA (Environmental Protection Agency) help get information out to the public about events that causes damage to the environment, they do through their website, epa.gov. Acid
I was fourteen years old when my life suddenly took a turn for the worse and I felt that everything I worked so hard for unexpectedly vanished. I had to become an adult at the tender age of fourteen. My mother divorced my biological father when I was two years old, so I never had a father. A young child growing up without a father is tough. I often was confused and wondered why I had to bring my grandfather to the father/daughter dance. There was an occurrence of immoral behavior that happened in my household. These depraved occurrences were often neglected. The first incident was at the beach, then my little sisters’ birthday party, and all the other times were overlooked.
I know that I start things between us a lot of the time, but even you know why. You know that it took a lot for me to trust you, but now I do. I am so happy that you are still here with me, being patient, and still by my side. So many people say that I will not make it far in life, but they do not understand me, let alone know me. So many of those people do not know how hard you push me to make something of myself. In the past, I honestly believed that I would not make it anywhere, but now I know that as long as I am happy and still alive, with you by my side I am doing great and can achieve anything.
It is in every human nature to run after success and happiness. In this case, cheating can stimulate joy as it is sweet as sugar, but at the same time, bring sorrow by leaving saltiness in your tongue. Most of the people define success through academic achievements and qualifications; hence, to achieve this success, it depends on the procedures that individuals decide to use; where cheating is one of them. In normal circumstances, there are significant gambles on a test where the stake is substantial and irrespective of the preparation conducted, some random variables are unaccountable. For instance, there is this simple conditional phrase where “ask a friend for the math assignment” as it is not easy for anyone to comprehend the feeling of failure. Irrespective of what one ought to gamble on, it is critical to be committed to it, but not to doubt yourself on the same since issues will automatically start to arise. Apparently, I am not proud of
I still remember that day mom. The day that you died. It was August 29, 2010, around 10 PM. The sky was plastered with clouds, it was pouring and the sky was like a night club. Flashing lights everywhere and the sound of thunder resonated throughout the surrounding area. During this time, my mom and I were on our way back from the police station after I shoplifted at a nearby convenience store. Luckily they let me off with a warning since my mom had my back and since I was still a juvenile. Just because they let me off with a warning, didn't mean that I was scot-free from my mom's scolding. From the police station all the way to the car, all I could hear was my mom's constant nagging about how I shouldn't shoplift and how I won't be let off the hook so easily when I'm 18 or older.
Anne (my mother) died at 2:30 am on Monday, July 31, 2017. She would have turned 98 on 9/11/17.
Acid rain has a harmful impact on the environment which is a serious environmental problem that affects large parts of the United States and Canada. Acid rain is particularly damaging to lakes, streams, forests and the plants and animals that live in these ecosystems. Acid rain is referring to a mixture of wet and dry deposition from the atmosphere containing higher than normal amounts of nitric and sulfuric acids. They are oxidized in the air until they are converted to sulfuric and nitric acids. These acids are then captured by raindrops which fall to the earth as acid precipitation. This process is called deposition. We know this as acid rain, but we can have acidic snow or hail and even acidic dust particles falling from the sky. It can occur in natural resources, such as volcanoes and decaying vegetation, and man-made sources, primarily of sulfur dioxide and nitrogen oxides resulting from fossil fuel combustion.
The mom guilt never ends. It starts before I even realize it. Why do moms always feel guilty one way or another? When I have 15 minutes alone I feel a sting of guilt for being away. Then I stop myself... after all, why should I feel guilty of having "alone time"? Yet I do. When they finally fall asleep at night, I admit I'm thrilled to relax. Then I feel guilty for being so happy. Which got me thinking... Is this normal? After a few years of raising Owen I realized that every mom out there feels guilty at some point or another. It's a funny thing what we moms put ourselves through.
My mother is one of those famous Coca Cola addicts. She drinks it as if it is water and sometimes when someone offers her actual water she honestly looks disgusted. One reason I am committed to living a healthy lifestyle is to be an example to my mother and family and help them make better choices. Their diets are not the best, and they often experience health problems due to bad eating habits. Another reason I am committed to staying healthy is because it makes me feel like Spongebob on the way to the Krusty Krab. I am ready. I feel more positive, energised, and focused when I have been taking care of my body.
challenges and my ultimate goal was to transfer to UCLA. Hence, once I got accepted I was the happiest person I could be. My ultimate demise was thinking that grass was greener on the other other side. In other words, I was setting expectation for UCLA that were ultimately false.
My mom (Jennifer Scott) has lived a life full of sacrifice and doing what needs to be done for the good of others. Scott joined the military when she was in high school really forced her to depend on herself. She looked to sports as an escape and a way to keep herself busy.
Mother is long gone. Even though she died nearly 3 years ago I still feel empty. Ever since, it has been my responsibility to take care of grandmother even though she believes I’m the one who killed her only daughter. This is why she refuses to live with me, she thinks I’m going to kill her as well because I have cruel a vengeance against them for taking me away from my father at such a young age. Truthfully I was a little mad at them because me and my dad were very close, and I would still recognize him if I just saw him walking on the street to this day even though I was only 6 when he was removed from our home. They told me that he could never change from his old ways and he wouldn’t be health for me to be around. But the truth of how my
My mom has needed my help for as long as I could remember. My family had moved from India to the United States when I was three years old and my dad had died two years later on May of 2005. My mom had trouble getting a job because she had to take care of me and my little brother. My mom was not fluent in english and I had to help her with understanding documents and communicating with people. Along with helping my mom with language and cultural issues, I also had to help take care of my brother and the house because my mom did not have any other family members in the country when my father died.