There were a lot of arguments happened around my teenage time. Most of the arguments are little things in life such as my mother waking me up at seven o’clock in the morning on weekdays, helping her clean the house, different opinions on choosing stylish outwears. One hurtful argument I had experienced with my mom is that one early summer when I just finished all the nasty big finals and homework in high school. I went out with my girlfriends because they said it is time to take a break and have some fun in the summer. I asked my mom for permission ,and she was ok with it because she knew the girls I went out with. This is where the starting point of my story was, at the BJ restaurant where I fall in love with him. After our first date, my mother found out and she …show more content…
Thank you!” My mother glanced at me and she insisted me to thank all the people around me. After the appreciation and celebration, we enjoyed the cake and the foods. Later on, we went back to church. My mother called me over and introduced me to an auntie in one of the church’s room. The conference room was bright ,the sunshine had made the light so glory, as if it was the light from God. The room was filled with a big table in the center and few green plants beside the table. The plants had a fresh scent. I had a long talk with auntie in the room. Her smile was kind and gentle, there was no way to resist her invite. “Come here, sweetie, have a sit here” I liked her kindness and she gave me a feeling that she will be very comfortable to talk with. She did not mention a single word about my relationship but she did tell me a story that I will never forget. I was impressed. I hugged my mother, the moment when I hugged my mother, we couldn’t hold our tears anymore so I splashed my tears out. I realized that there are no parents who does not worry for their child and all that worry is to protect their children for not getting hurt. That afternoon, we pray to the God and hope he lead my way
Me and Christina were taking in the same nursing program. A month or so of knowing her I decided I'd find find out if she had known Mary. Maybe she was a relative, aunt, friend '' Mary was my mother" she said. I didn't know how to respond, I was so in shock. I needed to know everything about Mary that I never knew. " Your mother was a great woman " Christina looked confused to how I knew her mother. Me and Christina been spending a lot of time togehter, not only was she my friend but I was beginning to fall in love with her.
I rushed out of the bedroom confused. I began to realize what was going on. I ran to where I last saw her and she was not there. Never before I felt my heart sank. My eyes filled with tears. I dropped to my knees and felt the cold white tile she last swept and mopped for my family. I look up and around seeing picture frames of of her kids, grandchildren, and great grandchildren smiling. I turn my head to the right and see the that little statue of the Virgin Mary, the last gift we gave her. I began to cry and walked to my mother hugging her. My father walked dreadfully inside the house. He had rushed my great grandmother to the hospital but time has not on his side. She had a bad heart and was not taking her medication. Later that morning, many people I have never seen before came by to pray. I wandered why this had to happen to her. So much grief and sadness came upon
I would like to thank all of you for coming here today to help us, as a family, to heal, and to celebrate my mother’s life.
I was awoken by an unpleasant sound. Little Susan was arise and shine early to go get some crops. We both did our daily routine of praying for our parents are in good health in heaven. I walked out with full of glee on my face to see a gourmet breakfast. Seeing dried fruits and vegetables come in season were my favorite. On the other hand, had some news Susan might not be happy about.
I found myself in the dining room observing everything and everyone. The dining room was set up to have an intimate feel to it. There were fresh flowers on every table and each table had some privacy. The
There is a large misconception that it is unacceptable to argue in a relationship, whether it be romantic, platonic, familial, etc. This depends on if participants are arguing in a healthy way. Everyone is unique. People will not always agree. It is imperative to listen to each other, use positive communication and be authentic.
reluctant, but finally agreed to go. As she was heading out the door her mother told her,
Oftentimes arguments with parents have to do with something you want. Maybe it is new clothes, a new game, or a phone. These all cost lots of money. Instead of just asking and fighting when they
It is August 2012. I’m rocking back and forth in my recliner, smoking a cigarette. I’m alone in my apartment, surrounded by fast-food trash. Trash on the table, trash on the floor. Trash everywhere. In between drags of my cigarette, I try to suppress a gargling cough that is creeping out of my lungs and into my throat. I do not want to cough. I do not want to be sick again. But I know I am. It is bronchitis and it is my third bout of it this year. I know that I need to quit smoking temporarily in order to get over the bronchitis. Like most smokers, I am always trying to quit. I think to myself, if I have to quit for a few days anyway, knowing that the first few days are the hardest part; maybe I should use this opportunity to quit for good.
Growing up as a “bright” teenager I have habits of making some “smart”choices. I do things like studying for test, being nice to my parents, and getting good grades. Then came one day when I was in eighth grade, I was walking from my friends house to mine, I saw a steel rim with a hard ground lying beneath it. You know teenagers, we’re about as dumb as a bucket of hair. A teenager with something to hang on, sounds scary right.
Other conflicts would arise, almost like a tangent from the original source of the problem. The fights escalated, and neither my parents nor I addressed the issue appropriately. Instead, we would resort to not speaking, mostly because of my immaturity I did not know how to find a resolution to my conflict. By the end of my senior year, the conflict had escalated to a high degree I thought it was best if I moved out. I moved out a few weeks after high school graduation for the summer.
Finally, we arrived at our destination. I left the car leaving my parents and little brother behind and ran up the steps to my grandma’s house. I just had to be the first one to knock on her door, so I did. She opened the door for me, and I went inside parting with the bitter cold and darkness surrounding me. Inside the house I was immediately encircled with the aromas of her Christmas cooking and baking. A real fresh Christmas tree which was already beautifully adorned with old family ornaments perforated the air with more holiday aromas. I went into the kitchen with my mom, and together we helped my grandma finish preparing the Christmas Eve dinner.
In the early summer mornings, when the sunshine is young and playful, inside the church another realm is born. Sitting in the back rows one can see a heavenly mist flowing though the windows and filling the sleepy altar with life and hope. It is a different dimension in the breast of an unsuspecting world. Moments such as these bring you joy and reassurance and also show you that there really is someone out there: your soul is elevated, your mind is thirsty for new experiences and your body is strengthened.
I remember them telling me that: “Things were bad at home, so we left.” It made sense to me, and it made sense to them when I told them that my Grandfather had gotten a new job, so we moved. I don’t remember the majority of our conversation, I do remember that they asked me some questions about English and I told them that their language sounded really pretty. One or both of these girls were my classmates for the next eight years and we were always on friendly terms, so I would say that the encounter was a positive one. The reaction from my family, was also