I was shocked to wake up and find that my sister had run away. It had been a normal day at home and I was fixing myself up for bed. I went to go say goodnight to my parents and strolled by my sister on my way back to my room. She was 15 and the kind of teenager that liked to be reckless. My sister lately had some kind of tension going with my parents but I didn’t know why. She always got in trouble, but I would stay out of her business because she didn’t like it. She and I didn’t exactly get along well and were completely different growing up, but I did my best to just ignore her and just do me. After getting back to my room, I fell asleep shortly. The next morning, my mother woke me up with news and said with fear in her voice, “Your sister …show more content…
She had left a note on her bed before she had left saying she felt unhappy and needed a break from us. She couldn’t handle all the rules enforced on her by our parents, but if she wanted to gain trust in them from the beginning, I thought, she should have just followed them in the first place. My dad had filed a police report on her that same morning and the cops came to our house and asked my parents questions. That day was very strange to me. Everything that was going on typically had never happened to me. I remember the morning before I was just eating cereal and watching TV like I would typically start to any summer day, and next thing you know there were men in uniform, standing in my home. It was all so weird. It was like the universe was spinning and nothing was making sense anymore. Not only were the cops asking questions, but I started questioning myself as well, and I felt that my parents probably were too that morning. Why would she just get up and leave like that? Were we not good enough for her? Was I not a good sister? I thought about how my mom and dad might of felt, and they probably were questioning their own parenting. I felt bad for them because they’re great parents, amazing in fact, so why would my sister leave? We gave the Police her name and her school yearbook picture she had taken recently that year. Shortly after the cops left, my dad went to his office to see what else …show more content…
I looked around at everyone that night and-I smiled. At the end of the day, nothing mattered except that we were all together again. I realized how blessed I was to have a caring family. Not everyone has people that would do anything for you. When my family knew my sister was in possible danger, everyone got up and pitched in to help. I noticed how important family really is not to take things for granted. We can’t just put our trust in anyone. There are the wrong people that you think you 're close to, but in reality, they’re just bringing you down, and the only people that will always be there for you are your
There were many days that passed when I felt as though I wasn’t going to make it and I felt as though I didn’t deserve to be alive, but who is really ready to take care of a child anyhow? I wasn’t. Then one day I woke up and realized that my life would go on, and that I just had to do the best I could and learn from my mistakes.
When they got to the hospital we were moving, my mom to a different room until she could come home; her one wish was that she wouldn’t die in a hospital. That night my aunt, sisters, and I left to go home ,so we could clean and get the house ready for my
I had woken up extra early that morning to watch it all happen. To watch part of my life that had been ever so dominant disappear in a small gold 96’ Saturn. I watched it carefully, not thinking that these few moments would be our last, but that they would be the last that we were in some way equal.
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
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
Writing my own stories: I believe it was in sixth or seventh grade when I wanted a certain setting in my life with only certain people. So I started writing, simple things I wished up. But then when I got to 8th grade I had watched a show and read something over it to lead myself with another totally different idea. A whole book, perhaps even a series with it all. Things that happened in my day, even what I heard would trigger something that I would instantly want to put in it. Then I would get lost in my own stories, saying things no one would know what they meant. I truly wanted it all to happen since it was worse but much better than my life, now even.
My brother needed to be spoon fed every meal, clothed every day, and tucked in every night. Now my grandmother needed a helping hand too? The soldiers that I had bared arms with were lying on the ground before me. And I knew it was incumbent that we as a family carry or even drag them to sanctuary, even if I had to push my goals to the side for the time being. My mom and I did everything we could the past two years to help make our loved one's lives that much easier. And we did. My dad has rehabilitated his body, my brother is graduating from the special education department and can dress himself, and amongst all these blessings in my life, my grandmother is now devoid of the cancer that once threatened her life. But beyond all these improvements, I was metaphysically revitalized; my appreciation of both family and philosophy were
Everything is perfectly fine, everything is great, then one day it all comes crashing down and shattered pieces are left. My life would never be the same but I guess change is for the best and it forced me to become the person I am today. It’s rough to be the oldest child, especially when your mom is diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and you have 3 younger sisters that look to you for comfort when their mom can’t be there. When the cancer is spread throughout your moms body doctors can’t just get rid of it no matter how badly you wish they could. Rounds of chemotherapy only slow it down, yet it’s still there a lurking monster waiting to reappear at any given moment. Nothing can even begin to describe the fear I felt, and still have to deal with today, but something happened where I could be there for others. What would Sheridan think, or what would 8 year old Lane think if they saw me cry? I had to be Strong not only for me, but for my other family members.
Running to the office I saw half my book sticking out of the loud machine. She was making copies of my stories. I felt so violated. Before I could cancel the process, the job was already complete. From the time I passed out to the time I got to the office, she managed to duplicate five of my stories. With all the files pasted into an email, my sister finally paused from her actions and explained what she was doing. Apparently, she had been secretly making my college application to the University of California. She read my stories and believed I had a natural talent in writing, and thought that because I had no plans of going to university she would force me to go if I earned a scholarship for my “astonishing” writing. I explained to her that there was no way I would get accepted, let alone a scholarship. After showing me the application, she tried to tell me that I was incredible but I kept denying it. Everything on that form was a lie, she made me sound like I was this amazing student, when really I am just me, an ordinary pessimist. Then she did something uncalled
It is August 2012. I’m rocking back and forth in my recliner, smoking a cigarette. I’m alone in my apartment, surrounded by fast-food trash. Trash on the table, trash on the floor. Trash everywhere. In between drags of my cigarette, I try to suppress a gargling cough that is creeping out of my lungs and into my throat. I do not want to cough. I do not want to be sick again. But I know I am. It is bronchitis and it is my third bout of it this year. I know that I need to quit smoking temporarily in order to get over the bronchitis. Like most smokers, I am always trying to quit. I think to myself, if I have to quit for a few days anyway, knowing that the first few days are the hardest part; maybe I should use this opportunity to quit for good.
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
When I was a Child, I have never stopped wondering what it would be to fly in the sky. I had tried to jump from sofa or bed with an opened umbrella in my hand，and imagined myself as a flying bird. As I grow up, those wonderful fantasy become faded in my brain. I still like flying, and I had experience something like helicopter tour, but never a real fly. I always have the thoughts to explore life, to experience
It all started out when my very shy, self-conscious sister didn’t really fit in well. She was 16, chubby and had very few friends. One day Becky’s best friend Debbie introduced her to 19 year old guy name John. Becky and John hit it off very well and started dating by the next week. They spent all their time together; he came to our family events but was very quiet and didn’t really talk to anyone besides my sister. Over the next couple of months, my family and I saw a change in Becky. She was losing lots of weight and we questioned her and she just claimed she was on a diet, so we thought nothing else of it. We also noticed another change in Becky, she not only lost about 30 pounds in a couple of months, but every time we talked to her she had this look on her face that she was about to fall asleep, or at least pass out. She then proceeded to claim that she was tired, so again there was nothing we could do.
My brothers and sister are the best motivation to me. It is not every day that we get along but when we do then it is a good day. Every day they make me want do better, not only for myself but for my mom and them also. They encourage me to do better now so that my future is bright later on. Family is always the best to have on your team especially for their support because they genuinely mean it and you know that it is coming from their heart. I know I can count on all my brothers and sister to be there for me when no one else is because they are family. I hate that they are growing every day and getting older to experience the real life. I hope even later on they will all still support me and we will not drift apart like I know
Throughout a person’s life, there are constant problems, struggles and stress that have always disturbed and changed a somewhat normal, peaceful life. When things are going well, one event could possibly change the whole course of a nice day, week, month or even year. The only thing that stands between people and a complete breakdown from these situations is the family and friend relationships that are established. Being constantly comforted, cared and amused by family and friends is one reason that my confidence and character has been built (Rubio 1). Jackie Karp, the writer of the poem “Family, The Center of My World”, writes about her loved ones, “You are the meaning of strength at its highest peak. You have courage when the rest of us are weak” (Karp 1). In the toughest situations, family and friends encourage others that need help getting back on their feet.