Amen.” I stayed down in the floor for a few more m... ... middle of paper ... ...left a huge scar on my person, teaching me that I could never trust or believe in him, nor his message. To this day, I have never prayed again. I feel that if I do, something bad will happen in return, though what I don’t know. I don’t associate with any religion, because of this. The feeling of not belonging just consumes me and prevents me from participating in any religious activities or ceremonies.
Of course when the sun had risen I immediately took my daughter to the doctor. That morning I wasn’t myself at all; I was impatient, irritable, and moodiness with everything. I rushed my boys out of the bathroom and to get dressed. I also did weird things like put my daughter’s shoes on the wrong foot and put her cup inside my ... ... middle of paper ... ...ebMD, 2005-2010). There are many treatments and drug remedies for sleeplessness, but it is important to know that what works for one may not work for another.
I gave the women my mom’s work number even though they were no longer married. All that was going through my mind was ‘he’s dead, why else would they call my mom? I sat on my bed crying, all of my emotions left my body and my heart started to race. 10 minutes later, which felt as if it was 2 hours, I was still rocking back in forth in my bed with tears rolling down my face, the phone rang. I ran to the phone, but did not recognize the number on the caller ID.
Her sister was asleep beside of her and that night her mother gave them medication to make them sleep. He walked out the door and she begin to cry she was only 6 years old. Get up her mother screamed get up we have to eat breakfast and get ready for school. She could barely moved her mother pulled her arm and dragged her out of bed time to get ready what is wrong with you. She hurt in places but was told not to tell.
I struggled with the desire to know why He took her away from her family, away from her husband, and most selfishly, away from me. I never found the answer to my question, but I wasn’t really looking for it either. Instead of remaining faithful, I became hateful. Next, I became resentful towards my own family. I hated the way that my father was too busy providing for us physically that he never had time to provide for us emotionally.
I hated it. I wasn't given a choice whether I liked it or not. My parents didn't seem to see how I felt and there was nothing I felt I could do about it. The floor was covered with leaves and other debris. The left wall was not yet finished.
Everyone went back to their lives which made me sad. That everyone just kept on goin when my Mathew wasn’t here. I wheeled myself to the bathroom and cried for the fist time over him. I had never let anyone in like I had Mathew; I had never been with a man like Mathew and new I would never find anyone that speasial again. I new I would miss him for the rest of my life.
She held her handstand a second too long as she lost her balance and fell off the bed. On her way down, I heard a smack as she hit my dad’s nightstand. I had no idea what had just happened. The silence pierced my heart, I knew something terrible happened to Ruby. I was afraid to look at Ruby, tears started to fill up my eyes.
I found myself a few hours later shaking but yet restricted. I tried to scream out for my parents however, nothing came out. I tried my hardest to make it shift myself closer to the wall to make some kind of noise by hitting the wall so someone could hear me. What felt like ten minutes later, may have only been a minute my sister heard the noise and ran into my room. I am not sure how horrific seeing someone having a seizure is, especially someone you love, but my sister screamed to the top of her lungs... ... middle of paper ... ... stay in my wheelchair if I had to go somewhere.