I felt like an empty glass of water. No water. No half-empty or half-full. there was nothing left to give, No tears left to be cried. Behind closed doors of my home, My mom and dad were the only ones that made me feel happy, I had fun with them, but I heard the lies in my thoughts, I was telling myself that that wasn't “cool” that the kids from my high school, my friends, those were the ones to impress, their opinion of me was the most important . I never planned to feel alone when my sister left, and when my high school friends told me that I wasn't good enough, that if my family were my best friend it was something to be ashamed of, I just smiled. Like I was accepting it, but inside the walls were falling down. I was drowning in my …show more content…
An as excited as they were to see the other half of their hearts they didn't say a thing to me. and I know they would do all and more for me and my sister because, for example, in that moment, they just stare at us looking how our eyes glitter like little bulbs in the sky and they would do anything to see them shimmer like that. Tears, hugs, laughs, were in the room all mixed together by a hug. When the big reveal happened, They were only 4 people in the world, us. and the rest help as the decoration for that perfect …show more content…
No matter how positive a person you are or how well you manage your emotions, some things just happen to upset the delicate balance , life can get overwhelming. That's why When I'm sad, I always try to remember to smile because maybe my family has a surprise for me in the next room, because that's what they do, they make me smile in the hardest moment, maybe there's a letter, a rose, a text, or even one of them waiting for me to give me a hug. I have nothing left to say but that until this day I find myself thinking about how lucky I am to have an amazing family, and it make me think of the moment I realized that for the first time. I like to remember another quote by Charles Baudelaire that it goes “Remembering is only a new form of suffering.” but is in’t true that remembering is also a new form of please?, while writing one of the best moment of my life I can't help but cry of happiness, is a moment that will stay with me
Everyday the average American family uses about 400 gallons of water a day. In some countries, the average family is lucky if they can even get enough to fill up a glass. In Linda Sue Park’s A Long Walk to Water, we hear the story of a boy in Sudan, named Salva in search of water and refuge. Salva shows that he is a survivor by making it through challenges like, dangerous animals, loss of loved ones, and mother nature. This story takes place during a war in sudan. It forces Salva to leave home and go on a journey with a group of people that he’s never met before.
My mind started to wonder though each room of the house, the kitchen where mom used to spend every waking hour in. The music room where dad maintained the instrument so carefully like one day people would come and play them, but that day never came, the house was always painfully empty. The house never quite lived to be the house my parents wanted, dust bunnies always danced across the floor, shelves were always slightly crooked even when you fixed them. My parents were from high class families that always had some party to host. Their children were disappointments, for we
As brackish water lapped against the shoreline, a wooden fort towered shielding the sick and the dead. Natives lurk in the shadows waiting to strike and relations amongst the colonist was stressful. What is happening? In 1606, Jamestown, Virginia 104 men sailed up the chesapeake bay in search of land and gold. But in this new land these men were not ready to face the challenges ahead.
Graduating from high school and attending a college where I knew no one was a fearful thought. I was the only one from my close-knit group of friends to attend Missouri Western State University. Only a few days into the college experience and felt lonely. I had no one to do my homework with or eat with in the cafeteria with me.
A Long Walk to Water is a Realistic Fiction book that can be about Determination and it is made by Linda Sue Park. Nya is the main female character, and she has to fetch water everyday and it takes 8 hours of the day to get water and come back. Nya sometimes has to move to a lake during dry season and still has to get water, Nya. also doesn’t get to go to school or learn. Salva is the main male character, the part where Salva lives has been having war and Salva has to get to a refugee camp in Ethiopia along the way Salva meets a boy named Mariel and he finds his uncle, he makes it to a camp but a couple years later the government is falling and they have to go to another camp. Later on Salva got to go to New York and live with a new family.
I’m not sure but, I think I was still in what the kids call “the dumb hallway”. After a few months a new student came and we became good friends. We had a lot of thing that we liked, she always dragged me around to people and she was slowly pulling me out of my shell. I was becoming so happy. After a few months, I was in my room and I was thinking back about my life. There were a few tears and I was thinking to myself, what I was doing. I came to realize I didn’t have it bad as other people; I wasn’t the only one that was lonely. I went to sleep after that I found out it was 6:00 so, what I did was went down stairs and went to my garage. I went down there because, there was a punching bag sitting there to relive my stress. After, hour my grandma came down and said to
At a young age, I was hinted about the loneliness I will face in the future. My first two years of life were full of naps in a empty room and family being the only people we know. At the age of three and four my sisters were all in school, they would meet people and go out,
...alone, because I was afraid my life would change radically after this, and I was not prepared yet for them to see this change. After a few minutes, I realized I was so weak I could feel the cold reaching my bones, but that was also the best feeling I’d ever had. I was thinking I had only a few weeks left to start college, which had been my dream since I can remember. My dad had already paid for my tuition, I was so exited I had promised to do my best, but I’d just had my daughter, and I was so nervous about being a young mother in college. I tried to open my eyes to admire my baby’s beautiful face and thought I was so brave, because I had decided to have this little girl. When I saw her I knew I would want her to be better than me, she would be my strength, because nothing would ever make me give up on my dreams, and that was another promise I had made to myself.
I usually don’t feel alone. I had a great deal of friends and a large family. Still, I felt lonely and like my parents didn’t care. Whenever my brother and I visited our father, he would complain to us that my mom owes him a lot of money. He treated us like his messengers and not his children. Same goes for my mother. She was treating us like carriers and not like kids. My parents only care about themselves at the time. My feelings were never taken into consideration...
I cried as we locked up the house for the last time. I felt like we had just spackled, primed, and painted over my childhood. I felt as if my identity had been erased, and like the character in the song, I had lost myself. There was no longer any physical evidence that I had ever lived in, much less grew up in, the house.
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...
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The first time I really felt alone was when I was leaving Kentucky. We were at the airport saying our last good-byes. I was leaving everything and everyone that I loved, understood, cared for, to come and study in the Bay area. I was leaving familiar territory and moving into an unknown, unfamiliar world. I was saying good-bye to people who I had either grown up with or those who had seen me grow up. All my memories and emotions were attached to them. They were people who I thought really knew me and understood me. Yet every one of them had their own impression of how I should feel. Excitement, joy, fear, and sadness being the most popular. However nobody really knew what I was feeling. I felt all these emotions blended into an unique emotion of my own. One that I could not share with even my best friend.
I was never alone until now. Many people are born into this world totally alone, kicking and screaming as they experience the world with a singular point of view. Me? Not so much. My life has always been particularly cramped. Being born a triplet makes you experience the world in a vastly different way. Not only do I see the world in my own unique, and occasionally pessimistic point of view, but I also see the world through my sisters’ eyes as well. This unique aspect of my birth is easily a part of who I am, who I was, and perhaps who I will be. Most of the places I’ve have also been traveled by my two sisters. We all experienced the high and lows of life, poverty, success and lost. We all cried when our parents announced that they were getting
This was it. I was expelled from the school. My life was over. I didn’t care about my other friends who were with me; they all kind of disappeared away from me. All I was thinking of now was myself and the trouble I was in and predicting what will happen when will get home and tell this story to my parents.