Mrs Ida would simply shake her head and let go of her wrist. Her husband, old man Kenton was another story. He was a silent, evil, cruel man that made it clear that the foster kids in the house were a necessary nuisance. He'd tell that to her every night, while he silently ran his gnarled old hands over her body under the clean sheets Mrs Ida placed on the bed every night. He'd lick her trembling lips and slowly thrust his nauseating tongue down her throat. She would close her eyes and pretend that she was somewhere else. Kenton would always remind her that she was lucky they took her in as a foster kid. Most folks don't want a foster kid that's turning 15. They just too much trouble. She was glad he was dead and that was the end. Eva remembered the last time she was with Mrs Ida and. Little Tiger's face. His face filled with streams of tears falling down to his chin. Her hands drenched with blood that reminded her of the thick molasses spread on Mrs Ida's hot biscuits. Asia' tongue dipped into the blood on her fingers. She licked it greedily. Funny, it tasted salty. She grabbed her little foster brothers hand and remembered running. Running so fast that her foot stubbed against the door jam and both her and her little brother stumbled and fell …show more content…
Her eyes looked sad, but kind. Mrs Ida's weary eyes landed on the blood on Eva's hands, and a gasp escaped her lips. She dropped the Goodwill bag filled with clothing. Horror spread across her wrinkled brown face. Eva slowly backed away as the woman eyes landed on the still figure of her husband on the floor in the tiny kitchen. A pool of dark liquid slowly swirling around his wide form. Asia ran away that night and never looked back. Somehow she knew Tiger was safe. Kenton would never beat little Tiger or molest her again. Eva lived on the street, doing what she had to do to survive, until she met Big Tony about a year
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.
The thought of her brothers still being in her former home environment in Maine hurt her. She tried to think of a way to get at least one of her brothers, the sickly one, to come and be with her. She knew that her extended family was financially able to take in another child, and if she showed responsibility, there would be no problem (Wilson, 40). She found a vacant store, furnished it, and turned it into a school for children (Thinkquest, 5). At the age of seventeen, her grandmother sent her a correspondence, and requested her to come back to Boston with her brother (Thinkquest, 6).
Working as a teacher serving at-risk four-year-old children, approximately six of her eighteen students lived in foster care. The environment introduced Kathy to the impact of domestic violence, drugs, and family instability on a developing child. Her family lineage had a history of social service and she found herself concerned with the wellbeing of one little girl. Angelica, a foster child in Kathy’s class soon to be displaced again was born the daughter of a drug addict. She had been labeled a troublemaker, yet the Harrisons took the thirty-hour training for foster and adoptive care and brought her home to adopt. Within six months, the family would also adopted Angie’s sister Neddy. This is when the Harrison family dynamic drastically changes and Kathy begins a journey with over a hundred foster children passing through her home seeking refuge.
Her eyes were heavy, her body weak. As she crawled into the bathroom two feet away, Abby felt her body slowly succumbing to the numbness. All of her pain would be gone in less than 10 minutes, so why would she want to turn back? What about the senior trip Abby had planned with her best friend? What about the chair at the dinner table that would now be vacant? A couple of hours later Abby’s family came home from her little sister’s soccer game. Little did they know what they would find as they approached the top of the stairs. Her little sister, Ali, stood still as she looked down at her feet. There on the cold floor lay her big sister, her role model, and her super hero. Ali was crushed when she saw the pill bottle in her hand and the pale color of her skin. Her mom fell to her knees screaming and crying, wondering where she
Lilly Barels never thought she would be a writer. As a UCLA graduate who double majored in Neuroscience and Dance, her relationship with creative writing ended in High School. However, almost fifteen years later, in the midst of a broken marriage and lost in the fog of un-fulfillment, Barels discovered the creative channel that would transform her from a high school physics teacher to a soon-to-be published writer. After a passionate and healing love affair with poetry, she was accepted into the MFA program at Antioch Los Angeles. In 2012, Barels received her Masters in Creative Writing with a focus in fiction. Barels just finished her second novel, and she is a regular contributor to Huffington Post.
them to get to know Jane Eyre like she was a friend. She gave them her
The worst part was the uncertainty of not knowing what was going to happen. Ella was then lead into a house by her social worker to meet her new foster parents. They seemed nice and friendly. Maybe this won't be so bad Ella thought. After the house inspection the social worker left, then everything changed. All the sudden the foster mother's congenial personality changed. “Listen up you annoying little bitch, I am your worst nightmare, you do not cross me, or annoy me! You hear me?” Days past and her foster mother would get worse. As punishment for “bad behavior, Ella would be locked in her room with only one mean and a cup of water a day. One night, when Ella was coming back from school, she stayed later than usual to avoid coming home. When she got home her foster mother punched her and hit her with a baseball bat. Day by day would pass, and Ella's living conditions got worse and worse. She tried to report her foster mother to her social worker, but her social worker said she was complaining too much. She felt trapped, hopeless, the only thing she held on to was the chance to see her mother and brothers and sister again. Ellas foster mother abuses her physically, and mentally, calling her horrible names and punishing her for no
Foster care was the only home life she had for her first seven years of life. She lived under the care of Albert and Ida Bolender. They were a very religious and strict family. Whenever she spoke of her child hood she would say they were the worst times of her life while she was living with them. They sheltered her, and did not let her do much of anything (The Mmm Girl).
Just a night. An ordinary night, around fifteen to eleven o’clock. I lay there playing with my xacto knife kit. It belonged to my Grandfather’s aunt. So I guess that’s my great great aunt. Well anyways I finally set aside my kit and started to try and sleep. I’m at my grandparents house in the Fairfax District of Los Angeles. The house? Why it’s a classic Spanish themed home built precisely in 1929. At the end of a Golden Era: The Roaring Twenties. So as I turn to closed eyes I see a boy. A young Hasidic Jewish boy. He looks around the age of eight or nine and asks me in a seemingly cute creepily voice Have you seen my family? I asked what family. The family that seems to be missing. I asked are you from around here? He says, yes I grew up here in the brown roofed house.
As soon as the men, left she broke down in tears. Sarah shuddered as she sat on the couch thinking about all the memories she had with her brother. When they were little they used to go down to the lake to swim with the fish and play with the frogs. When she was fourteen Nathan was sixteen and he would drive her to the mall to hang out with her friends, to basketball practice, and to school. When she was sixteen and her boyfriend broke up with her, she pulled into the driveway and she was balling in her car. Nathan carried her to her room and put her to bed, he then took her car and drove to the boy’s house. He walked into the young foolish boys house, not even knocking on the door; he searched the house and found him with another girl in his room. Nate said to him, “You left my little sister an hour ago and you're already with some other girl! You have lost a smart and amazing young lady, I hope you regret your decision you worthless piece of
On the last page of the book, mom said that her life with dad was never boring. This was the last screen of the book. The family was having dinner together. Dad was passed away because of heart attack. Maureen left them and went to California alone. Rose and Rex’s marriage was not nice. They didn’t have a comfortable life. They were always “traveling” around. Both of them were enjoyed their own world. Dad dreamed of creating a glass castle, while mom was thinking about doing her art and enjoy herself. It was hard to tell why they stayed with each other for so many years. Obviously, love couldn’t be the major reason. Rex was not loyal to Rose for several times. Children should also not be the reason. They didn’t care about their children much.
One dark day Mary how is this Mary well she a 21 year old how lives out in banff she’s 5 ft 6 has rainbow hair moved out to banff after her mom died and her dad left her when she was one. But anyway back to the story Mary thought hey why don’t i go for a walk all take Mac’s with me. Mac’s is my dog he is 4 month old and he is a silver lab. Where to go where to go hey why not climb the mountain.Will stay the night in a tant what do you think Mac’s ya i think it’s a good idea to last go 4 heures later. Mac’s? Mac’s? Mac’s? where are you Mac’s.
She daydreamed to escape life (Marilyn p.8). She was placed in orphanages on and off throughout her childhood. When placed in a foster home, foster parents seldom believed her if the subject of her complaint was the biological child of the foster parent...
I decided to tell or not to tell when i knew my friend had been cutting himself. I had decided not to tell anyone. I knew he wasn't suicidal, he had just been going through a lot of bad things at home and at school. I knew it was his way of going through the hard time. I didn't tell because i knew it wouldn't stop him, he’s doesn't even want to kill himself. I don't know why he did it.
My father knelt down and kissed my forehead as he said, “Don’t worry, Princess, Mommy will….Oh here she is now!” I sprang from my warm, sheltered seat and sprinted to the front window as quickly as my tiny legs could move. My fingers grasped the long, wooden windowsill and my little pug nose pressed against the window pain. My breath delivered a frosty appearance on the glass as my eyes strained to see my mother step out of her car. My toes ached with pain as I fought to stay in view with the outside world.