On October 8th 1998, two twins were born in Mississippi. As I was told, when I came out I looked at both of my parents with a smile on my face. My sister on the other hand came out screaming to the top of her lungs. 3 months into just being born, we move to Joliet, Illinois. My parents were so happy together, I thought they would never end. My grandmother loved my mom as if she were her own. My dad worked nights so I’d feel him come into our room and give us a huge kiss on our foreheads.
At age 3, my mother and father get into an unruly argument. My mother couldn’t take the hurt anymore. My sister, mother, and I move back to Mississippi. As we’re living in Mississippi I can’t help but to think about my dad. I was barely able to talk to
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Two weeks after moving back, my mother finally lets me call my father. He tells Alanna and me that we will pick us up the next day. It’s now the next day and my dad picks us up, he also tells us that he has some news that he thinks we should know. At age 8, when my dad says news I automatically think of a pet something similar. We pull up to a beautiful house and he tells us to sit in the car for a minute while he goes in the house. He comes out with a women and a baby. My dad introduces her as his fiancé Shakira and her son Shamar. My first instinct is to start crying. I was very hurt because I felt that we wouldn’t have his full attention anymore. A piece of me had already been gone for 4 years and to come back to someone who he has been giving his attention to hurts. As we drive to my mothers’ house my dad tells us that he loves us and that we will forever be his first priority. When we arrive at home we tell our mom the news and she was twice as hurt as we were. A couple months go by and my mom starts dating. I wasn’t very happy with this idea because I really wanted to see my parents back together again. A year in a half later my mom and her new boyfriend marry.
At this point in my life I have to get used to both of my parents having spouses that aren’t each other. I try to get along with my dad’s wife but she isn’t the easiest person to get along with. On the other hand, my mother’s husband is nice.
My memory of strolling up and down St. George Street in St. Augustine is more than just a cherished flashback, it’s the start of a new life. Prior to moving to Florida, both of my parents were in the Navy, resulting in our family having to move all around the East Coast frequently. When it was revealed that we would finally settle down in Florida, our first visit would be none other than the oldest city in the United States, St. Augustine. This memory of St. Augustine is so important to me because it piqued my interest in history, it gave me a chance to spend time with my mom, and I was able to witness my first sunset.
Until the twenty-second of March, I thought my parents were happy with each other and that they would be together for the rest of their lives, but that was not the case. I was given no reason to suspect that anything bad was occurring, but when I came home from school that day everything was revealed. My father told me that he had been wanting to speak to me alone. He looked fearful and bit anxious. I knew this conversation was going to be different from every other talk we have had. He started off with, “Please just listen and give me a chance to explain myself before you judge me.” I had nodded
Have you ever had to leave behind almost everything that you loved, and go somewhere new, and try new things? I have, and that’s something that’s still happening today. This is about my experience moving from Georgia, to Columbia, South Carolina. But before I even lived in Georgia, I lived in a small town in Virginia. Now looking back on it, I’m glad that our family left Virginia, because in Georgia, and now South Carolina, there’s so much more opportunity for success. But at the time it was very difficult, because that was all I knew. But that’s the reason I have hope for moving to Columbia. But I had to leave behind a whole lot of stuff in Georgia, and now it’s like I have to work really hard to get back what I once had.
I hate moving. The fact that I’m leaving all my friends and my old house. I live in Florida. I love it there, its warm and sunny. I cannot believe I’m moving to Louisiana it will take weeks to get used to it and make new friends. The new house is in the middle of the country, I wont be near friends at all. As I said goodbye to all my friends I got in the packed full car with my mom. When I saw my town get smaller and smaller in the mirror as got just a little sad. I was disappointed to leave my home in Florida to Louisiana.
The story of my life when I first moved to Greenville, South Carolina, I went to school at Greenville Middle. When
In my family, I am the baby girl who is a daddy’s girl. My father keeps me shelter a lot meaning there is a lot of security he always wanted me safe no matter what. When I became a teenager we were very distant I wanted to do my own thing and at the time I did not want to listen to him until a big tragic happen that affected him badly. When I was sixteen years old, my father had this bad feeling that he did not want me going out with my best friend. While he was talking to me I was pseudo listening meaning I was distracted when he was explaining why I should go out and I completely ignore it and I told him everything will be right. The way my father look at me was fear in his eyes that something bad was going to happen. As my friend pick me up my father kissed my forehead and told me “I love you” and I reply back saying “I love you too” I will be safe. As we were leaving we went to her house to visit her family which was a lot of fun then we took off to Webster for some fun with her other friends for her birthday. After all the fun we had it was time for us to go home which my life changed forever. I notice my mother was calling my phone to see where I was and I missed her call. So I unclick my seatbelt to reach my bag to get my cell phone and right then and there my friend and I got hit by an eighteen-wheeler. The car was demolished, I was ejected from the front windshield but backwards. I thought I was dead when I landed in the ditch across the road waiting as I kept blacking in and out. While I was life flight to Memorial Hospital I went straight into a coma and the doctors told my family that I was not going to make it. My father was already losing his mind thinking “I told her not go “ “why her “ “that’s my only baby girl” the emotions were bad to the point they were already planning my funeral. When the doctor came in to tell my parents it was time to unplug me I opened my eyes for the first time and
I was raised by my mother and grandmother. They kept my head leveled and taught me that working hard leads to success. I loved them, and they were my role models. I grew up in a middle class family with strong women. I learned independence, and the strong will to never give up. It was the summer of 2005 when my mother re-married, and I was in the eighth grade. My mother was happy because she found the conclusion to her life: a husband. I was ecstatic because I finally had a daddy! My hopes, wishes, and dreams had come true. I felt that God answered my prayers. I loved having a father figure, although I had certain doubts. My uncertainty came from the way he looked at me. He looked at me the way men crave women. However, I concealed my unclear feelings because I did not want to ruin the current circumstances. Unfortunately, all of my suspicions were true.
Detroit, Michigan is my hometown and I lived there for eleven years. My parents wanted to get out of the moody and violent environment, because they grew up in Detroit as well. In 2008 half of my family moved to Covington, Georgia. My new life was different, because not only did I have to adapt but I had to look towards the future. In this new environment I had to make new friends and get out of my comfort zone. Honestly moving to Georgia was one of the biggest jumps in my life, because I was in a whole new city and it was really a fresh start. So I had to look out for myself and make sure that I made better decisions than before.
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
While growing up in a small urban city in Mississippi, one of the ways society afforded me privileges was through the support of the community churches. I can remember when the local community center provided toys from Santa Claus for all the children in the neighborhood annually. The Holy Rosary Church, a Catholic organization had a party for the children and allowed us to dance the evening away. However, I felt this was a privilege because many of families were single, poor, and needed supplement things to fulfill the Christmas holidays. Every family received a big box as well with clothes which consisted of a turkey, canned goods, rice, vegetable, and etc. This was an opportunity for me to connect with friends. This annually event
I was born in Jackson, Mississippi, and lived in a small town on the outskirts of Jackson, where everybody knew everybody. It was there where I learned about God, life, and how to be a southern lady. I have a lot of memories of living in Mississippi. There is one memory that sticks out more than any others.
My mother was overwhelmed considering the fact that my father has six brothers and one sister. My father’s brothers instantly like mother since she wasn’t the most girly person. On the other hand, my grandmother and aunt were very weary of her. Although my grandfather realizing my grandmothers weariness still appreciated my mother for making my father happy. Shortly after my mother met my fathers family, they had left to go back to Indiana. Not much later, my father asked my mother to marry him. Of course she said
It was 21 October 2004 when my parents decided to divorce, it was the day my sister Kafiya was born, I was 3 years old, and my sister Ugbaad was 2 years old. My mother was really frustrated, but I don’t know why. I went to her and try to give her a huge hug, so perhaps she might cool down, but she refused and pushed me away. After that, I went to my father, he was confused, and this time I didn’t try to hug him, but when he saw me he hugged me and cried a lot. To be honest, I use to love my father more than I loved my mother even today. My father stood up and prepared himself to leave. He went outside of the house and drove his car fast. I was worrying about what would happen to him and what he would do next. After my father left, my mother
It was around 2:00pm and it was time to open presents. I started with opening friend’s presents then I opened families. I was finally done opening all my presents. I looked around at all the people, who were looking at me and my dad was nowhere to be. That was the only present that I was looking forward too. The party ended and my dad didn’t show up, my little four years old hopes were in the ground, it was like I could feel my heart ripping appart. I looked at my mom and she mouthed I’m sorry, my faced turned rosy red and my eyes filled with tears. From that moment on my life was never the same. It was a dark cloudy day and I was going to see my dad. We were playing the game Sorry and he was winning. I was the yellow player and he was the green player, he was laughing and smiling the whole time. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my Friday afternoon any other way. When the game was over he asked me to clean up the game while he went out to smoke a cig. When he entered the room and the game wasn’t picked up, he went crazy. His eyes seemed to turn a dark almost black color. It was like he was a completely different person when he came back
It started when I was a little girl, I think I was about five years old. I grew up in a one parent household, with just my mom. I had three other siblings, two brothers and a sister. My mom was the sole provider of the family. Everything started getting hard for her as we grew. I got curious and asked my mom a question I never asked before. "Mom where is my dad and why isn 't he here to help you take care of us." " Mom said, he was killed when you were a baby." So I never spoke of it again until I had turned about fifteen years of age. I still was curious about what had happened to my father. I started having dreams of my father being around, a man whom i had never seen or meet before. He was just an illusion that I had made up inside my