He was shaking. It was from the cold in his body or the pain I couldn’t tell. Mom was trying to act calm but her eyes said otherwise, She was terrified. Scientists say our brains repress or forget traumatic memories. Parts of this I forget. My Mom took him to Medstar Hospital, and she left us in the house. She said it was too late for us to go out and for us to go to sleep. We couldn’t sleep, so we worried. Couple days later we went to see him finally. He had a tube in his mouth so he couldn’t speak. We gave him a hug, cried, and asked when he would be home. He didn’t answer, neither did my mom. We left and went home. I never understood why he was sick. I never had any logical reason as to why he was in the hospital. Even though I tried to
I got scared I tried to hold him back but I couldn’t I also thought that the group of men were going to jump him but it wasn’t the case, the guys were scared, one of the guys girlfriend started screaming he was just in rage in attack mode he didn’t look normal at all. My neighbor came out and helped me get him on the ground and then I started calling his family his mother and his aunt. He didn’t want me to call his mother because she put him through a lot growing up so they did not have the best relationship.
She was non stop in and out of the hospital and would never crack a smile or even want to for that matter. Everyone in her family and mine were all shocked when we heard this very depressing news. She only told me and a few of her other friends what had happened. She told her friends and I to not tell anyone about it, I listened but sadly the others
The earliest memory I have is my mother dragging me to daycare and crying nonstop. I remember clawing and begging my mother to not let go of me. She assured me that I would love daycare. Although I thought my mother was lying at the time, it still surprises me to this day that she was telling the truth.
Finally, on Friday the 20th, he was sick enough that my mom decided to take him to the hospital. This was no easy chore, considering he
My vision went blurry and i couldn't make out the details of the lamp on my bedside table anymore. I shouted across my house to get my mom's attention to let her know the pain i was feeling. She thought it was best to stay home from school that day which I was totally okay with, but this never happened. With my mom on the phone calling the doctor’s office to get me and appointment.
Who helped develop your life, values, and aspirations? My mother helped me. April, my mother contributed to much of my knowledge about life and how to live. She and my father have raised me in Fyffe, Alabama, a small one red light town. My mom had me at age twenty-three and worked as a special services teacher at Wills Valley.
When someone gets used to being with a person specially someone you really love, someone who is there for you at all times, is really hard to get rid of that person. Even if you have to, it's not always the same. Everything started when I got separated from the person I loved the most which is my mother. At that time I was only 9 years old. It was time for me to come to the United States and live with a person I barely even knew which is my dad.
Two years and four months ago I died. A terrible condition struck me, and I was unable to do anything about it. In a matter of less than a year, it crushed down all of my hopes and dreams. This condition was the death of my mother. Even today, when I talk about it, I burst into tears because I feel as though it was yesterday. I desperately tried to forget, and that meant living in denial about what had happened. I never wanted to speak about it whenever anyone would ask me how I felt. To lose my Mom meant losing my life. I felt I died with her. Many times I wished I had given up, but I knew it would break the promise we made years before she passed away. Therefore, I came back from the dead determined and more spirited than before.
My momma does her best by me, she loves me as much as she knows how to. Some days are better than others, and some days she has those moments where I truly wonder how she manages to get through the day without killing herself, but it is all part of life, there is nothing we can do to change it, the only thing that we can control is how we choose to learn from it. Sometimes, even for the people that call themselves lucky, there are obstacles that are put in the way of their happiness and for my mom that’s kind of what happened. My mother married a man that she thought was her soul mate, but isn’t that what all people think at the beginning of their marriage? Soon she saw who he really was: conceded, abusive, and manipulative.
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
I remember exactly when my dad called my sister and me in the living room to tell us the news. My dad’s face was a face I had never seen before, looked as pale as ice and chocked like if he had seen a ghost. I could see there was something wrong but nothing could have prepared me for that kind of news. The words came out and I thought at first it was a joke. I asked him the question and already knew the answer. My sister started crying and my dad fell in tears too. I couldn’t cry, just wouldn’t come out, I was too stunned by the horrible news.
Love, care, and support are three of many things that can tell a person if someone is genuine and true. I feel there is only one person that I know that I can honestly say shows all of these things. That one person is my mother. Through many of my sister’s and my trials and tribulations, my mom has always been there for us. Along with being loving and caring, there is nothing like my mom’s dedication to her kids to assist us in anything that we want to do.
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...
He was now fifteen, we moved to New York where he'd been going to school. A year later after I adopted Jerry, I met the love of my life, he was tall, handsome, and had a really good sense of humor. I loved him so much more than I could ever imagine. Jerry & him got along well, sometimes they had their ups and downs but they resolved it at the end of the day. One day in March, I got a phone call from the school Jerry was in. The principal said it was urgent and to come quickly, I got all my things & rushed to his school. I didn't see Jerry nowhere in sight, my eyes darting in concern, I bit my lower lip as my eyebrows drew together. Ambulances were outside, they took a boy with him, I realized it was Jerry. I didn't know what to say, I ran to him. All he said was "I love you mom" I instantly started crying all I said was "I love you too baby, everything will be okay, trust me" I didn't know what was going on, as soon as we got off the ambulance I immediately asked someone, they didn't have any information. Many and many hours passed, my husband was with me the whole time. The doctor asked who's jerry's parents were, I approached him & said it was us, he began talking "I have very bad