Differences Between Childhood And Adulthood

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Childhood and adulthood are alike in many ways. Growing, deciding, and learning take place throughout both stages. They differ, however, through honesty. Children are taught to always tell the truth and are punished for lying. Ironically, adults raise kids with a slanted truth. Some simply tell kids Santa is real to keep a child’s imagination. Others make up random explanations when toddlers asks “why” certain things happen. But some parents tell a clouded version of the truth to protect their kids from the world’s harsh endurances. The truth always seemed to be slant in my family when it came to my mom’s health. She had been sick to for as long as I can remember. I knew when she was sick but never knew why. But when my father gave me a petite …show more content…

Its fine leather and beautiful texture was a diversion from my mom’s health problems- just like the baby dolls, littlest pet shops, and iPod touch were in previous years. I recognized my parents always told me the truth, but always told it slant. I was brainwashed into thinking my mom only got pulled muscles and headaches, not fatal infections. The gifts kept me entertained and happy. I had never been fearful for my mom’s life because I never knew it was in danger. But, once I knew the purpose of the purse, I knew materialistic items could no longer fill the void of my mom’s severe health …show more content…

I began to wonder if Jack would lose Rose. I now prepared for the worst. According to the Facebook posts, my mom’s health was gradually worsening, just like my hopes of her waking up. I then found myself in charge of accepting gifts, which I like to call “pity gifts” from many of my mom’s friends. Although it was very thoughtful, every time I accepted a gift, I had to discuss my mom’s unconsciousness and unchanging health for an hour- which is not what I had in mind for the last two weeks of my sophomore year. The countless meals and flowers I accepted on behalf of my family constantly reminded me of my pity purse- they were a diversion from my inevitable

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