It was an ordinary Monday and Keith who was 15 and Linda who just turned 14 10 days ago were getting back from another boring day of school. It was a pretty sunny and warm that day. When they both get inside the house they see their mother Jane sitting on the couch silent as a rock. Keith and Linda were both staring blankly at their mother as they’ve never seen her act this way. Jane finally said that our step father passed away earlier that day. A couple months ago their step father had a seizure from the medicine he was taking for his heart transplant he received 15 years earlier. The medicine caused his blood to thin so he didn’t get enough oxygen to his brain. He has been hospitalized since then.
Keith not knowing how to process this kind of information just went into his room. He didn’t cry but shoved his face into his computer to forget about the outside world, which he was good at. If he didn’t want to think about something he just didn’t. Keith never had anyone he know just die on him. The only thing he played on his computer was a game called Empire Earth 2. It had a very small community of players in which he knew most of them. Later that day Jane came into the room and said “It’s ok if you want to no go to school tomorrow.” Keith already had a bad habit of missing school because he thought it was boring, so he decided to stay home so he could play his game more. Keith did think that it was bad staying home for that reason, but nobody could stop him so he did it.
Keith’s step father was the stricter of the two parents. Jane very rarely punished them and even when she did they weren’t horrible punishments. Since Keith and Linda were little they’ve known not to disobey their step father. He had reasonable rules though bu...
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...ire street to get to the bus stop so he started going to bed earlier. Keith didn’t really fit in at the house. All of his belonging except his clothes and blankets were boxed up and put into the basement. The only thing Keith could do was watch TV or movies. At the end of the school year, Keith’s grandma asked if he wanted to stay with her. He jumped at the chance and left as soon as possible.
His grandma drove him to school for the following week even though it was a 30 minute drive. Keith finally got to have his own bedroom to stay in and was with someone who encouraged him to do things other than play video games. While Keith didn’t like moving it did open his eyes to the world and that there’s a lot more to life than just playing on his computer and looked back on the last couple years and how he wasted all that time doing hardly anything for himself or others.
So as the morning Sun rose. The light beamed on Christopher's face. The warmth of the sun welcomed him to a new day and woke up in a small house in Los Angeles. Christopher is a tall, male, that loves technology and video games. He stretched and went to the restroom it was 9 o'clock and he was thankful it was spring break and didn’t have to go to school. Christopher made his way to the kitchen trying not wake up his parents and made himself breakfast. He served himself cereal Honey Bunches of Oats to be exact with almond milk. Then he took a shower and watched some YouTube videos before doing his homework.
She picked a seat in the way back, away from all the people. She silently stared out the window making a quiet list inside her head of all the things she had forgotten and all the people she remembered. Tears silently slid down her face as she remembered her aunt crying and cousins afraid of the dark in their house. She couldn’t do it anymore. It was the best for everyone she thought. Deep down though she knew how hard it would be for everyone to find out she was leaving. From her family’s tears, to the lady in the grocery store who was always so kind and remembered her name. She also knew how
Joe grew up with his step mother and father, He lived with them like normal until the age 10, when he was temporarily kicked out of the house. At the time young Joe missed home but it was not the worst experience for him. When he turned 17 years old his parents left him in a uncompleted house and moved to another state with Joe’s brothers. Joe found it extremely difficult to carry on all by
Subsequently, the parenting responsibilities in his home fell on his maternal grandparents. Furthermore, his mother lacked the appropriate nurturing skills and maturity needed to raise Kevin and his siblings. In turn, physical, emotional and verbal abuse was her answers to everything. As Kevin indicated, the abuse “Goes back as far as I can remember” and his mother would beat him with “Whatever she got her hands on.” The abuse was often unprovoked and out of nowhere. Painfully, he recalled how is mother would bind Hot-Wheel’s race tracks together with rubber bands and make him strip nude and utter the phrase, “Take you clothes off because I am beating you, not them.” Kevin was not the only sibling subjected to his mother wrath. His brother Kerry liked to play with matches and after being told by his mother to stop, Kevin recalled how his mother punished him by placing his hand over the open flame on the stove. These painful memories are still ripe in Kevin’s mind. The abuse inside the home would only end when his grandmother intervened. Despite this grandmother’s best efforts, she could not stop all the abuse, and his mother’s verbal abuse was just as
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
Andy goes back to school and talks to his basketball coach about how he feels about Rob's death and how his fiends and family feel about the accident. In addition, they discuss Andy's sentence because Andy keeps punishing himself for Rob's death. Everybody at school was crying during Rob's memorial service. Grief Counselors from downtown come to the school to try to get the kids to share their feelings.
This is a very heart breaking story. An eleven year old girl was waking up to the booming music from her Mother’s alarm clock playing as she was thinking why didn’t her mother wake her up. The alarm clock was very loud, as she was walking to her mother room to cut it off, she was thinking about what she was gone wear to her daddy’s house. She stay with her mother and her brother Larry stays with her daddy. Her and her brother will switch days so they mother and daddy could still both spend time with them.
Before going to college he was living on the street for about a week after his mother passed away and there he experienced the struggles that he felt nobody should go through.
As a freshman in high school, He was always lost, and needing help. His days consisted of not wanting to get up and go to school, deal with the high school band first thing in the morning, not enjoying class or lunch, and going home to do it all over again the next day. The school year progressed and things got better. Finally the spring semester came and so did the band trip to Disney world. Thought-out the trip he found new friends, exciting things to do while there, and how to plan for next band trip.
Nancy was only four years old when her grandmother died. Her grandmother had a big lump on the lower right hand side of her back. The doctors removed it, but it was too late. The tumor had already spread throughout her body. Instead of having a lump on her back, she had a long stitched up incision there. She couldn’t move around; Nancy’s parents had to help her go to the bathroom and do all the simple things that she use to do all by herself. Nancy would ask her grandmother to get up to take her younger sister, Linh, and herself outside so they could play. She never got up. A couple of months later, an ambulance came by their house and took their grandmother away. That was the last time Nancy ever saw her alive. She was in the hospital for about a week and a half. Nancy’s parents never took them to see her. One day, Nancy saw her parents crying and she have never seen them cry before. They dropped Linh and her off at one of their friend’s house. Nancy got mad because she thought they were going shopping and didn’t take her with them.
I stood at the end of the driveway with a bag of clothes and my little sisters by my side. My dad pulled up, we got in the truck, and we drove about 10 minutes until we got to his shop. This would seem like a normal day, but things were different this time. We weren 't at the shop to ride the four wheelers around or to play basketball in the garage or to mess with the pinball machines. There was a gloomy feel about everything around us. Even though I didn’t say anything, I knew things were changing.
It was June 6, 2011. I remember taking my mother to the County Hospital’s emergency room. She seemed extremely exhausted; her eyes were half-closed and yellow, and she placed her elbow on the armchair, resting her head on her palm. I remember it was crowded and the wait was long, so she wanted to leave. I was the only one there with her, but I did not allow her to convince me to take her home. I told her in Spanish, “Mom, let’s wait so that we can get this over with and know what’s going on with you. You’ll see everything is okay, and we’ll go home later on.” I wish then and now that would have been the case. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with colon cancer that had spread to many parts of her body including her lungs and kidneys. The doctor said to me not considering that I was a minor and my mother’s daughter, “Her disease is very advanced and we don’t think she will live longer than a year.” With this devastating news, I did not know what to do. I thought to myself that perhaps I should cry, or try to forget and take care of her as best I could and make her laugh to ease her pain.
As I walked in to their bedroom, I found my mother sitting on the bed, weeping quietly, while my father lay on the bed in a near unconscious state. This sight shocked me, I had seen my father sick before, but by the reaction of my mother and the deathly look on my father’s face I knew that something was seriously wrong.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...