"Where is Paradise?” said my mom to my Aunt Dee. She replied, "She’s in the living room talking to Robert on the phone. As I and my dad’s conversation progressed about putting minutes on my prepaid cellular phone, my aunt came in the living room and said to me, "Your mother wants you to come and lay back down with her.” Baffled, I just simply said OK. I went back to what was called the “Hall of Fame Room" at my grandma’s house where there were pictures of everyone in the family at various ages. My mom and I slept on the floor in that room whenever we visited. For some reason it felt extremely odd for my mom to want me to come and lay down with her. However, I obeyed. As I begin to lie down she said to me “We are going home early today”. I …show more content…
Sure enough, it was indeed the worse day of my life (12/2/2006) and my life was never the same. Everything happened so fast. It was 6 months ago that we were just moving back to DC from Augusta, GA, and a year before that we moved from Florence South Carolina, where we resided for 6 years of our lives. We moved to Florence because my mom said she wanted better for me. Nothing was further from the truth. South Carolina was not the best option, However, I learned my mom needed an escape and to start over fresh, beginning with herself. Moving to South Carolina was more than an adjustment for me. I was bullied for having an accent, being chubby, and light skin. The country people had a drawl to their voice that I didn’t understand. We were homeless initially, but my step-grandfathers sister accepted us and introduced her to this “boyfriend” that was in jail in Effingham, South Carolina. My grandfather, sister and I are still very close. Being blood relatives couldn’t make us any closer. My mom was extremely smart although we were living in someone else's home. It wasn’t for long. My mom found a great job, bought a truck, and we moved into a two-bedroom house on Bradford Street. Everything was going great,
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right, taking the 210 which was wrong way and got us lost. So, we exited the freeway and got back on the right track. Then finally, before long, we reached Norton Simon.
That was the time I realized that I’ve done so much for my family and I barely had time to draw cartoon and play hide and seek with my friends. Back in Vietnam, I was really small and didn’t know anything. My brother and I got bullied by our step sister, she forced us to follow her rules and when she told us to do something we had to do it for her. She hit us with the broom and slapped us whenever we did a small mistake and made us cry most of the day. My dad couldn't do anything about it because she was his daughter of his first wife --(she passed away because of the illness) after he married my mom and I had me and my brother. My mom sometimes just angry and yelled at her but it seemed like nothing to her. My mom loved us by sending us to our grandparents who lived an hour away from my house and let us lived there for a while during summer vacation instead of going back home and doing work for my step sister. When we had a good time at our grandparents house, no one helped my mom and dad with serving food and things so they were rushing and we heard after one of those nights, my dad got in a fight with my mom and he took the empty beer bottle and hit her on the head and those tiny splinters were everywhere on her head, he beated her and punched her on her body and we were crying really hard and just wanted to see her at that
I can remember a time long ago when we were all together as a family. Those memories are so long ago though and are very faded, I can only remember bits and pieces now. My parents divorced in 1989 in Farmington N.M. and my life would never be the same. So many things changed the day my parents, my family, split up. My father moved away to Las Vegas, N.V. shortly after the divorce was finalized. We only occasionally saw him after that, usually when all the planets were in alignment. It wasn’t his fault nor was it my mother’s fault, it was just difficult for things to line up properly for a visit. But that’s just how things go sometimes. My mother moved us
I woke up Tuesday morning excited for the day I was going to spend with my mom. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking fresh coffee listening to my mom and aunt tease and joke around about how paranoid my mom was about doing well in her classes, my aunt was telling her that maybe now that I was there, she would relax a little bit and have some fun. Our plan was to go to one of mom's classes with her, and then on a tour of UNC and then we were going to go to dinner and a movie.
Before the sun peaked upon the horizon, my family was already awake. My aunt would be busy hand washing the clothes as my grandma heats the buffalo milk in our five year old, steel pot for my uncle, cousins, and me. I remember the exact scene of silent hustle and tip toeing around my cousins’ sleeping bags to get dressed in the early hours of the day. By 5:40 am, grandma would rush me to drink my chocolate milk and two Parle G biscuits that my uncle would limit because he believed they were unhealthy. I still liked dipping them in my milk till they could soak no more and allowing the sugar pockets burst in my mouth. After breakfast, grandma would braid my hair with red ribbons as I tie my shoes. Slowly but surely, I created two loops, crossed
Hollywood Boulevard and Sunset Boulevard have one thing in common, stars. What is so special about the five corners in a copper frame and salmon colored with famous person’s name written in the middle embedded in the sidewalks? The iconic location portrays the American way of life, independence, individualism, and progress. It also reflects an economic statement on how the businesses use every single opportunity to make money out of it. People have come from all over the world to visit the historical landmark, creating an exciting atmosphere for first-comers but it has some downside at the Walk of Fame. What really happens in the political and socioeconomic issues of Hollywood being a public place?
It was one of those days that I just knew would be horrible. Not that anyone had suggested to me something bad would happen; it was just something about the cloudy, dreery weather that sent chills running up and down my spine telling me nothing good was going to come from this day. I was only eight when it all happened, but I can still remember every little detail as if it had just happened yesterday. While I was growing up, I knew the way we lived was a lot differet than most people. When I got to stay over at a friend's house, I finally got the chance to relax and be happy. In my house people were constantly fighting and shouting at each other.
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 August 23rd 2010, it was the last day of the summer before I started high school. I woke up that morning sad, nervous, and maybe even a little depressed. I spent that entire day doing nothing because I wanted time to pass slowly I did not want Monday to arrive. While I was in a bad way my father on the other hand was excited for me, about twenty minutes after I woke up that morning my father said to me “tomorrow marks a very important and exciting day for you you begin high school.” this made it even worse he reminded me that it was tomorrow. That night was even worse I hardly got any sleep because I was so nervous about the next day.
Sometimes it just takes one event to forever change your outlook on life. One such event happened to me when I was only 5 years old. My day started out as most 5yr olds growing up in the south in the late 60’s, only I was a bit different because unlike my neighborhood friends, my mom was 55yrs old. My mother gave birth to me when she was 50 years old and I was the youngest of 8 children, most of which were grown with children of their own when I came along. My mother spoiled me rotten, she was very attentive to my every demand. And I mostly demanded cereal, Rice Krispies only! My mother wasn’t very playful with me (what 55yr old would be?) but I felt her love. She would not let me out of her sight, she was always there, until one day she wasn’t. I woke up that morning in my mother’s bed as I often did, and I shook her to wake her up as I always did, only this time the shaking wasn’t working. I remember yelling for my siblings to come wake mommy up, I needed my Rice Krispies! Only instead of waking her up they began yelling and screaming and calling people on the phone. What’s going on? It’s not that serious, just get mommy up! I saw men in white shirts running into the house and then leaving with my mother on a stretcher. I didn’t
It all started out on July, 23, 2014 when my mother told me she and my father were getting a divorce, and that we were moving from Owatonna, Minnesota to San Diego. I remember that day like it was yesterday, how I felt, how I felt like I would never stop crying, and confused about what was going to happen. I remember hearing what my mother 's voice sounded like I knew something bad happened, that my father got in an accident or died, or that my dog had gotten hit by a car, or someone died. But all my assumptions were incorrect no one died no one got hurt besides me, my mother, and father. I remember as soon as my mother said the word “divorce”, I instantly started bursting in tears.
It was my birthday when I found out that we were moving for sure. My world felt like it was just crashing down. Things my parents said echo throughout my head. “Washington was never any good for anyone,” and “Iowa is a dead state anyway, there’s nothing here for you.” I was sitting back, hoping no one would notice the tears that were flooding my eyes.
Today was the worst day of my life. My mom gave me good and bad news. The bad news was so horrible. The good news was very surprising. The bad news was so bad, that I started crying. My mom told me that I was MOVING!!!
Every morning I wake up thinking that she is in the dining room drinking her coffee and watching her favorite TV shows. All of a sudden the truth starts rushing up and I come to realize that it was just a dream which was still hanging around me. In spite of my outward calmness, I felt as if there was a big hole inside me. My grandmother’s death was truly a sobering event and the most traumatic loss in my life. The commemoration of my grandmother will always be with me wherever I go and always tinting my dreams with her gentle smell of rosemary and the glittering silve...
My mom and I arrived at my great aunt’s house in Ely, Nevada at around dinnertime. We both decided it was time to get some sleep due to our long drive. My mom had asked me to wake her up if my dad did not call or arrive by midnight. She was obviously very tired from driving and I had slept most of the way anyways. I could tell my mom was very worried about my dad because he was traveling on his Harley Davidson, and the roads were dangerous. My innocent ten-year-old mind did not think anything bad could happen,