Where can one find refuge when the one’s home is overshadowed with fear, hate and coldness? The ideal perfect family has never truly for me, nor has a typical life. I have been blessed with seven siblings that form a army against the terrosim of fear, loss, and isolation. Although our power was never clear until 5 years ago, when we suffered an ambush from our father, mutililating our perception of him as caring man, assasinating our innocence, and depriving our hope for a better tomorrow.
One night the world surrounding me crashed.One night while my older sisters and I were On this night my sisters and I were getting ready for our annual lock in that took place every year. But this was usually the time of the year my family started packing
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Earlier that week my mom had kicked my father out the house. My sisters and I were coming back home from getting boxes to pack and my father was following us home in his truck. This wasn’t a protective follow either more eerie and ominous. I had pushed this to the back of my head and got ready for our event. Once we left our home to go our church, my father was gone. So later that night, my sisters and i started to feel like something was wrong, but we couldn’t place our fingers on it. We all become trapped in our subconscious trying to place where our sudden worry was coming from. The next day we got word that our mother was in the hospital,but we all thought it was because she was stressed out about the move. Little did we know something terrible happened. Things around me changed at home. My eldest sister Safiya moved in with us along with her husband. My niece was already living in with us at time so now Ta’ki got to see her …show more content…
It waking up everyday to my worst nightmare. It was hard wake up in a home when one the person you love unconditionally you secretly fear. This tear is what I spent worrying about when daddy would snap next. In spite of all this fear I was able to find refuge in writing. It became the savior that I spent majority of my life trying to find. By becoming a writer I was able to take control and for once in my life feel free to express what I felt without the pressing fear that I would shave filter or hold in everything that I felt. But this freedom didn’t just stop here I was able to find this wonderful group of people I could open up to and tell my story to. Having somebody to talk to that was outside of my house hold was something I thought at the time was nothing more than a silly dream that couldn’t come true. This small group of people became a support that I at the time I couldn’t get home being that everyone was coping with our new and twisted reality. While all my friends come from different realities we were still become the foundation for each other. I honestly don’t think I would have become the young woman that I am today without the help of my friends and
Growing up with a father who blamed me for the death of his wife which of course broke through any happiness, care or love he felt for me his own son. My house was always filled with dark gloomy colors and we never really had guests over at all. My father was a mystery most people but in his job he had power over people because they were frightened by his just by his presence. It was a very rare pleasure filled with fright when we spoke and I can only think of one time where I got a hint of positive feeling from him. It was a dark, rainy gloomy day and the house never held a promise for the future so I was constantly bored and decided to read some old books from my father’s dusty library. There I sat with a book in hand picking up any knowledge that I possibly could and he walked in and said to me “Montressor, you impress me with act of trying to do something useful”, I replied to him with the only thing I could ever say to him, yes sir. I can only remember the constant hate I would receive from him and it made me think that I would never please
When I was twelve years old, a close friend of mine passed away. At first, I didn’t know how to process what was happening. How can someone I’ve known for the majority of my life be gone? But then it finally hit me. My friend was really gone. There would be no more days challenging
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
Tumi is a 20 year old student who is having troubles sleeping and distinguishing what is real and not (Basic perspectives in psychology 2014, 2014. Page 6). Recently she has been through a lot of personal trauma and one can use those experiences to explain the way she is acting and feeling now. Tumi has consulted a counsellor because she feels she is not acting normal and does not feel comfortable in her current emotional state. She has reported that she has been through some odd experiences before the appointment. These things include religious involvements, amplified anxiety and also she has started to believe that her mom and sisters are conspiring against her. Tumi has also recalled seeing her deceased Grandmother walking around the kitchen at her mom’s house, (basic perspectives in psychology 2014, 2014. Page 6), also she has been having recurrin...
As a child I suffered an event that framed my life, a catastrophe that would change my life at least temporarily. This catastrophe changed things all around me, things in my family changed and things at home changed ever since that day. I remember we were all exited, we were going on a family vacation to different regions of Colombia.
The moment in time when I realized that I was never going to have a Father like the rest of my friends changed the course of my life. As a young boy it was difficult coming home after a baseball game where each of my friends dads were there to cheer them on. I was left with the Father that was incapable of working or even getting himself out of bed. My fathers illness showed me to never take life for granted because one day your life can be normal and another day you're best days have already past.
One late summer night when AAM was ten years old, she was cuddled up with her younger brother and sister in piles of sleeping bags on the floor. The pain of the last few months had graciously excused itself that night while hope, instead, was finally welcomed in. She remembers the night feeling carefree; especially once her parents came into join them. However, the happiness quickly vanished and heart-crushing fear began to set in as her parents said, “We have something to tell you.” Her heart began to beat unsteadily with each breath catching in her throat. She looked around to find her little brother and sister pale and lifeless. Her dad looked distant while her mom was epically failing at hiding her tears. All too soon the four most horrid words AAM would ever hear were said. “We are getting divorced,” her parents stated. At that moment, the entire world crashed down around her; leaving her helpless and alone. All she remembers today is her mom’s piercing cries in her parents’ old bedroom, and the terror-stricken fear of not knowing what will happen tomorrow.
I had to learn to adjust life without my sibling because my mom did not have enough money for them to be with us and adapt to a new culture. During this my mother and I ended up homeless during the winter months, this was the most brutal and embarrassing time of our life. In my teenage life I have overcome many obstacles; Even though we were living in poverty my mother had high expectation for her children and graduating from high school was just the beginning unfortunately I stumble again, I failed my Math Regent and did not graduate but I was determined not to be discouraged .
Before, I could even take note, it was already October. It was time for me to pack everything in my room, and say my final goodbyes to my family members. I was going to leave everything that meant a lot to me behind. Previously, before October, we picked up my dad from the airport so that he could help us load all of our belongings to the U-Haul truck. Lily, ‘my cousin’, (we aren’t related, she is just a very close friend who I consider family) was staying with use because she want to see her father, who was also living in Denver. My mom and dad, sister, uncle, cousin, and I all stayed at the house one last night. I remember that my sister said that all her friends gathered around my mom’s car to wave goodbye to her. Her closest friends got very emotional and they started to cry. Not only did the move affect me, it also affected my sister greatly. It was like someone had given her a punch in the stomach. By the next day, we had everything in the U-Haul truck, and it was time for me to leave my precious Vegas behind. We had now started the drive to
From the death of my father, the influences of my loving grandparents, to the births of my own children. The hardships that I have been through and the love from people all around me have shaped me into who I am today.
Ultimately, those life events and experiences led me to the cross and saving faith in Jesus
Cancer. It has been a huge part of my life since I was little. My mother was first diagnosed with Stage two Breast Cancer when I was a little girl. As a child, it was frightening seeing my mother vomiting, sweating, and ill. Within my teenage years, my mother was diagnosed with Breast Cancer again. This had been the second time and I was and wanted to be even more aware of the illness. Immediately, I took upon myself to find out all the information I could understand about cancer. At this point, I thought this was the end of the relationship I had with cancer but no, it crept right back into my life, this time succeeding. It grasped on and held tight onto both of my grandmothers. Regardless of the fight, it would not give up and release them.
In March of 1998, my father was rushed to the hospital because of a heart attack. I remember getting home from basketball practice without my mother home. Instead, my sister was there with her children. The fact that my sister was there was familiar to me, but something did not seem right. My sister stayed with me and did not tell me what happened. Later that night, after my sister left, the news that followed would prepare me to encounter the most defining moment of my life.
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...
We all, probably, have a story involving a drunk family member at a party or family reunion. Let’s just say my family has plenty. My uncle on my dad’s side of the family loves his tequila and brings his own bottle(s) to any family gathering. The particular family gathering you are about to hear about happened when I was about five years old. I can remember bits and pieces of the event in question but, the main part of the story happened past my bedtime.