Personal Narrative: My BFFEL - Best Friend For Eternal Life

I could never see another couple together or it would make me cry all over again. Everything just made me sad and it felt like I could never get over it. Even every night he would be in my dreams, but I felt like I was relivin the car accident ever time I went to sleep. I was so scared to sleep so eventually I tried to make myself not sleep to just say awake which didn’t last very long till my body just made me sleep. At school all the teachers were very understanding and just gave me A’s on everything and didn’t expect me to care about sc... ... middle of paper ... ... very next day I went to see Mathew, Timothy was there visiting someone.

Since her mom was never really around, she would have to stay home from school to look after her baby sister. “Destiny, where’s mom, said Kisha.” “I don’t know Kisha said Destiny.” “Well I miss mom, she’s always gone.” “I know, I know, don’t worry I’m here Kisha; I’ll always be here.” It had been a few days since Destiny had seen her mom. She was very frustrated. She couldn’t believe that her mom couldn’t even call her. She cried whenever her sister was not in the room.

During her tough journey through life, Cheryl has truly found herself and becomes the person she knows her mother raised. Cheryl’s journey in life started with struggles at a very young age. From the time she was very young, her parents had a very violent relationship that resulted in her father leaving. In many cases this would be acknowledged as a good thing, and I’m not disagreeing, but that hardship of losing your own father is also a tragedy to deal with. Many times, parental issues lead to children pulling away or rebelling, but Cheryl never did.

I didn’t know how to help her through this difficult point in her life, which made me feel like a horrible best friend. The only thing I could do was encourage her. Every day I would ask her if she was okay and all she would say is “I’m fine”. I tried for so long to get her to talk about what she was going through. Day after day, it became more exhausting trying to keep the same bond we had for seven years.

I thought of how my parents had divorced a few months early before the school year ended and I started summer school. This is also something that I keep in and never let myself think of, while in school because I know what was going to happen if I talked about it. While in school people will look at me and ask wants wrong or why the change of attack. I would just tell them to leave me alone. When my mom and I finally left the meeting and being told I’m going to repeat the 8th grade, we went home, where I get another speech from my mom and sister about this happen because of the divorce between my mom and dad but how I am very close to my dad and now he’s not in the picture.

I decided to be an “underpaid” teacher, more specifically English teacher. My mom was upset because she disliked English, the language, the reading, the grammar, everything. We did not speak for four months because of my decision, she was not proud. It hurt to not have my family 's support, but I was not going to let anyone force me to be something I did not want to be. I grew tired of waiting so I decided to be the first to initiate a conversation I went home and sat her down.

My first year as a student, I called my mother every day, telling her everything that happened, whether it was good or bad, she knew. My freshmen year was the roughest academic year I have experienced, I cried and went home every week and each time I went home my mother was there praying and fasting on my behave. She was there to remind me not to run away from my academics, but to face them with faith and passion. This was not an easy task, but with her motivating me, praying for me and giving me encouraging words throughout the semester, nothing seemed

When I was four I learned to live with half a heart. Not literally a half a heart but it sure felt like it. My mom had left and wasn’t planning on coming back and I wasn’t sure why. Even though I cried every night and wished for her to come back she didn’t. Being a little girl surrounded by amazing friends with complete families, not one of them missing a mom.

"You know I never keep anything from you but this is the one thing I thought I could sort out my self" I told her all the aspects of my relationship and she could not believe what she was hearing, my abuse has been going on for months now and I didn't think I could tell anyone until now. We had been friends for many years, our parents were friends before we were. We were like sisters, we spent the night in each others houses, we went to the same grade school, the same high school, we shared clothes and sometimes boyfriends. I wouldn't recommend this boyfriend though, a person that is so controlling and demanding of you, and if you do what he wants or asks he beats your brains. I remember the first time I told her about him she sat their and asked me so many questions that it was hard for me to get all the information out to her.

My father left us when I was only two years old. My mother always spoke ill of him and told me that I was better off not knowing who he was. For some reason I think he would have stayed if it wasn’t for the responsibility of taking care of me and I think that my mother knew that as well. My childhood years were occupied mainly by making excuses for the numerous injuries that my mother forced upon me every day because some part of me still cared about my mother, and I never wanted her to be in trouble, or maybe perhaps more logically, I was too scared. In my teenage years, most of my time was spent in school, and after I left there I would come home to a strung out mother that would be ranting and raving about dishes that needed to be done and telling me about how I was her biggest mistake, and that I was nothing but a lazy, hopeless loser, which I knew wasn’t true, but when you are a child the thoughts just run through your head over and over like a bad dream that you cannot wake up from.