Today is the day that starts the rest of my life. At the ripe age of seventeen, I, Sirius Juinez, have been recruited as a ship member of Mother, the largest space station in the United Milky Way. Only the best are chosen, and despite most of my skill coming from helping my dad fix cars, I am apparently one of them.
I lived with my parents and siblings in an old house back in Arizona. The town was small, and not much of a tourist trap, so when I wasn’t ‘enjoying’ the dusty desert atmosphere with the only other kid my age I was helping my dad with the shop. He’s a mechanic of the only car repair place in town, which he inherited from his dad--poor gramps died a few years back of heatstroke. He was a little too eccentric of an old man and thought it would be cool to jog to the next town over without water on one of the hottest days of the year. Fortunately dad is saner than gramps, and limits his exercise to the occasional heavy work of repairing a car.
Mom was a pretty busy lady, usually pushing babysitting my four younger siblings onto me. She had a couple part-time jobs to fill in cash where the car business was lacking, which to us kids meant we’d be getting more pizza and less ham sandwiches. Even with all her work, Mom managed to raise the five of us pretty well. She even named all five of us--Mom really didn’t want us to be named after car parts and had to have the nurse wrestle the birth certificate from Dad each time she had to visit the hospital.
Ain, Castor, Sirius, Geidi, and Sarin, all after stars. Mom really had high hopes when she was naming us, and I guess she was right to. Castor and our sisters are still too young to have accomplished much, but they’re already shaping up to be pretty smart. There isn...
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...he walls had a big mirror on it--I could guess there was probably someone like the P.M. behind it, watching me. The other wall had a big, round hole, that looked more than just ominous with the bad lighting. Slowly, a light that resembled a big green eye appeared in the hole, and the person who I figured was behind the glass spoke through it.
“Sirius Juinez, correct?” I nod to the staticky voice. “Good, you’re just on time. Turn to the green light, smile, then give it a little spin.” I feel a little stupid, but I give the big green eye a smile and turn in place. “Now say your name nice and loud and you’re all ready to go, hun.” I pause and clear my throat, before reciting my name in as confident of a voice as I can muster. The big green eye disappears almost immediately and the light turns off again, the door to the inside of the ship whooshing open dramatically.
Crossing the porch where we had dined that June night three months before, I came to a small rectangle of light which I guessed was the pantry window. The blind was drawn, but I found a rift at the sill.
Growing up I was one of five children from a single mother. My parents did not make it through high school,
My mother didn’t have a perfect schedule set up for us, but she had certain expectations for me and my siblings. She expected us to go to school, and come back home. Unlike Shell 's neighborhood, we couldn’t have kids just playing outside because you never knew what was going on in the streets. We didn’t have the back and front yard available to us, but me and my siblings will find ways in which to keep ourselves entertained. We did become creative, but also coming from a lower class community there was always one sibling that was always doing more thinking than the
Day 1: Liftoff was smooth, as expected. I just passed the moon, Lunar Colonies thrive while I will be stuck in deep space trying to find an element that can only be found in the Oort cloud. What it does… well, I don't really know, but all I know is what it looks like and that's good enough for me. By tomorrow I should be past Jupiter.
Once one got nearer, the archway opened up until one could see the whole front of the house in a somehow eerie way. Around the windows grew ivy and creepers, twisting their way up to the roof in a claw like fashion. The windows themselves were sparkling clean, but the curtains were drawn in most of them, even though it was almost noon. The doors were of solid pieces of dark oak and the two windows above it seemed to give the whole house a rather formidable look.
Without seeing her, I knew what she was doing. I knew that she was sitting in front of the mirror again, seeing my back, which had had time to reach the depths of the mirror and be caught by her look, which had also had just enough time to reach the depths and return--before the hand had time to start the second turn--until her lips were anointed now with crimson, from the first turn of her hand in front of the mirror. I saw, opposite me, the smooth wall, which was like another blind mirror in which I couldn't see her sitting behind me, but could imagine her where she probably was, as if a mirror had been hung in place of the wall. "I see you," I told her. And on the wall I saw what was as if she had raised her eyes and had seen me with my back turned toward her from the chair, in the depths of the mirror, my face turned toward the wall.
Parent’s work When I was still extremely young both of my parents continued to work. At just one years old my mom was working as a clerk in a doctor’s office, and my dad worked at the SPCA, while also working 90 hours a month being a reserve police officer. So I spent a majority of my time with my mom growing up. My dad later on became a code enforcement officer, so he left the SPCA, but still continued with being a police officer on top of that. Once my mom became pregnant with my sister, my parents decided that they were financially stable enough for my mom to quit her job to stay home with me and my sister. This allowed me to have a close bond with my mom, but because of how much my dad works, it was hard for me to have an even remotely similar relationship with my
My mother was a strong woman because she raised four girls mostly on her own. My father was hardly around, and I would only see him on the weekends My mother also worked extremely hard to support my three sisters and I. She would have to make sure everyone was ready for school in the morning, then she would catch the bus to work. My mother worked long hours, then come home and take care of us, cooked dinner, and cleaned the house, and she occasionally babysit other children. Today, I find myself doing the same thing such as babysitting my grandchildren, doing things to keep up the house, and keeping up with my
When I was 11 I watched my mother abruptly become a single parent responsible for four daughters, two of which were still in diapers. I became the full time babysitter and raised my two younger sisters for years, despite being a child myself, while my mom worked several jobs at a time.
My mother was taking care of me, and my three other siblings all alone by herself. When my father was living my mother only had one job, but now she had to work more. She had a massive impact on our lives by making sure we had everything we needed. Because I was the oldest of my siblings, I felt like I was a parent. At just eight years old, I had to skip school just to make sure my siblings had someone to look after them while my mother worked. I was obligated to feed them, give them baths, and put clothes on them. It was very difficult, but I knew my mother had to pay bills, and take care of us and herself, so I knew she couldn’t afford a babysitter. When times got very tough, my mom would get stressed out and take it out on us by throwing tantrums, hollering at us and beating on us. I didn’t have a choice but to encourage my mother, and be the one to push her to not give
I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be seeing these long finger shaped shadows that stretched out to me. I had this gut feeling as though something was following me, but I assured myself that I was the only one in the forest. At least I had hoped that I was.
While in school, Mom didn’t have it to easy. Not only did she raise a daughter and take care of a husband, she had to deal with numerous setbacks. These included such things as my father suffering a heart attack and going on to have a triple by-pass, she herself went through an emergency surgery, which sat her a semester behind, and her father also suffered a heart attack. Mom not only dealt with these setbacks but she had the everyday task of things like cooking dinner, cleaning the house and raising a family. I don’t know how she managed it all, but somehow she did.
My parents were brave, they recognised our strengths and handed over a lot of power. My littlest brother loved research, so it was his job to find out what was happening when we arrived at a new destination and present us with our options. My other brother had a budget, and it was up to him to make the money last, reigning us in every now and
My brother was already married and beginning a family of his own by this point, so this left mom and me on our own. Mom and I both wor...
My parents are now not only raising me, but my sister, Chrissy, because my brother moved out since he is 28 years old. I’d say my mom did a little bit better job raising us then she did my brother because this was her second-go-around which she already had experience doing. I think she took her mistakes with my brother, and learned from them. We’re turning out alright thanks to her and my dad!