What Is Flight Risk Essay

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“Flight Risk” I grew up in an upper-middle class household in a nice area, with an older brother who I made it my mission to drive crazy. My parents were high school sweethearts, my mom was a stay at home mom, our house was the hang out for all the neighborhood kids and I always had the latest and greatest gadgets - my childhood, on the outside to everyone looking in was picture perfect. We were in essence the Jones’ that everyone was trying to keep up with. What people didn’t see was what went out behind the closed doors, when we weren’t faking happiness and perfection. My Dad worked a lot and he’d come home and take his aggressions from the day out on us, his family. My mother took the brunt of his aggressions in most cases, but some days he would change things up and would set his sight on my brother or myself. There were also many cases where my brother or I would get the courage to try and stick up for our Mother and that never ended well….My Dad was always careful not to leave marks that could potentially be visible to those looking in. Fast forward to 5th grade...this was when my Dad slipped up and broke his cardinal rule: he hit me so hard that he left his handprint across my face. There I was, eleven years old, sitting in the counselor’s …show more content…

I masked my anger with drugs and alcohol. Hung out with people I shouldn’t have, did things I am not proud of. But through it all, my Step Dad didn’t miss a beat…he took me in and showed me what a Dad was supposed to be. I ended up pregnant at 17. Everyone around me told me I was ruining my life and that abortion was the only answer. In the mist of this, in my head, all I could hear that case worker saying “this one’s a flight risk, she runs, she’s never going to amount to anything” Those words, replayed over and over again and in that instance I decided I was going to prove everyone

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