When I got token away from my mother, I was devastated, so frightened, and I cried my eyes out. I was only a little kid. Six years old when this came in place. I really didn’t know what was happening. My mother was doing drugs and was getting beaten by her husband at the time. In order to get us back was to stop the drugs and leave the man. Well when I was 6 years old, I was attending Baum Elementary School. One day I got pulled to the office and that I’m leaving. As I see these people who looked like they was lawyers. They followed me to office. My mom said never go with strangers. They told me to get in the car. I refused to get in the car until I seen my sisters in there. So I got in and my sister looked at me and said, “ I love you and that we are going away from mom for awhile.” I started crying and asked my sister, “why.” She explained to me why. My sister is the oldest and her name is Kimberly. It was overwhelming and horrifying. As it came about we ended up at this building. We all were at DCFS. I remember sitting on the floor in this ladies …show more content…
We played outside and had a busy schedule everyday that took our minds off our mother. My grandma was a mother figure and could cook. She made sure we were all okay and I had Christmas there. But it was they year after I went to my Aunt’s. I lived with my grandma from first grade to the end of third grade. My grandma took us to go see our mom one day and my mom was a changed woman. She was chunky, smart, off the drugs, found a boyfriend that became her husband, and she was just better. They got married. We moved back with my mom after that. I have never see a person make a bigger change than her. My mom is my hero and a role model that never give up no matter how hard things might get. My grandma was sad that we came back with my mom. My mom gave my grandma 2 thousand dollars every other week to help out. My mom finally got her life back with her
Months later, I woke up and walked down stairs to make my oats. I walked downstairs and was looking for my Father. I looked everywhere in the house before I noticed he was no-where to be found. Then I walked into the living room and saw my Mother. She was hysterical. Tears were running down her cheek like the Mississippi flowed into the Gulf of Mexico.
Throughout my life, I had always received recognition for being very agile and quick. My first day of Middle School consisted of the track and field coach attempting to persuade me to join the school’s athletics program. I had previously never been apart of an athletics team, and was willing to take advantage of the opportunity. Throughout my three years of middle school, I was the one consistent member of the school’s track and field team and had an overall successful personal record. Coaches from opposing school would praise me leaving me feeling very confident about myself.
This tough time in my life was when my grandma had passed away; it was a really hard time for me since it was so sudden and no one saw it coming. Since it was a really hard time for me in my life, my mom was always there and was always there to people on my dad’s side of the family
When I was five years old, I was terrified of being left alone. I was afraid to ever be by myself. I had to be around other people or I would have panic attacks. Our dogs somehow had gotten out of our backyard. My mom, my sister and I got in the car and drove around the neighborhood looking for the dogs. My mother drove by our house to check if they had got back yet. My mom told me to see if the front door was unlocked. As I was walking across the front lawn, she drove away. When I was walking towards the house I didn’t hear my mom tell me that she was going around the block and that she’d be right back. To say the least, I panicked. I remember running down the dusty dirt road after her brown jeep thinking that my mom left me and would never see her again. Feelings of fear and abandonment filled my body, and I ran down to the highway screaming with tears streaming down my face. When I finally got to the highway I sat down and started to sob. A lady in a blue car pulled over and asked me what was wrong. She was concerned so she had me get in the car and drove me to my house. We sat there in the car together until my mom came back home. My mom thanked the lady for being so kind, grabbed my arm and pulled m...
It was the year 1999, I was a reckless little 13 year old. I had been in and out of foster care for years. I had been adopted at 7 years old by a senile 50 year old single woman. She treated my foster siblings and I like we were trash. She was basically the wicked witch from the west. She used us and abused us; she treated us like her personal slaves. I had decided that I could not go on living like this, and I was running away and I would never return that house again.
Since birth the one person that was always by my side except for my family was my Grandma. Once my parents needed to go back to work she was there everyday to watch over me. She took me with her every where she went and was proud to show me off and that she had such a wonderful grandson. My Grandma was around for all of my “firsts” that happened as an infant. I think that most of them can be accountable to her. I was never hungry since she always kept me full and when it came time to walk and talk she was there. A lot of our free time was spent chasing my old dog around the yard and petting the horses or going to the park. She was there every step of my infant years and through my younger years.
Even before my first tear hits the ground, my mother is there to wipe it away. My mother feels my pain before I can even realize it. She understands my needs before I can even think of them. That’s why we call her a mother. My mother has been an extraordinary influence on my life and always will be. She’s the kind of mom who would always take time out and care for her four children and the mom who would never let her hardships in her life distress her kids. My mother has always been a very strong role model to me, and growing up with someone like her to look up to has changed my life in many ways. She has helped me grow physically, intellectually, and considerately. She taught me to always love, care, and give back to the people I am grateful for.
In March of 1998, my father was rushed to the hospital because of a heart attack. I remember getting home from basketball practice without my mother home. Instead, my sister was there with her children. The fact that my sister was there was familiar to me, but something did not seem right. My sister stayed with me and did not tell me what happened. Later that night, after my sister left, the news that followed would prepare me to encounter the most defining moment of my life.
Our family was never close but we didn’t care. Nobody thought one day things might be different. All of that changed on September 20, 2014 when a hostile argument ended with the death of both my aunt and uncle. For years their marriage was falling apart. My aunt was very materialistic and wanted my cousins to have whatever they asked for but in reality my uncle knew it was impossible financially for them to achieve this. He would try to explain this to her but it usually led to arguments where she would then threaten to leave him so in the end she got her way which led to their vast debt. My uncle had a drinking problem but went to AA classes for her to commiserate their marriage and family. The night before this event he had drank a beer which led into a dispute which ended with my aunt taking the kids to her mom’s and they stayed their while my uncle just stayed home. Less than twelve hours later the mailman walked up to a house with my aunt dead on the front porch and my uncle inside on the living room floor dead. The screams caught the attention of the neighbors and the police was then called. This is a significant experience in my life that I faced and that had an impact on me during my freshman year and still affects me today. It was a homicide/suicide accident and it deeply impacted my family and me. Not only did it affect my school life but my home life as well.
She could explain anything to me and I would understand straight away. She helped a lot for my education and always was there to help. My parents knew that she could teach me and show how hard it is these days and how hard I should work. That is why they always made sure I saw her enough but it never was for me.
Even though I clearly remember all the sanity me and my little family went through. I never wanted them to know their mother just up and disappear on them. I took a deep breath and was about ready to tell them the whole truth. They already knew too much. But right before I could speak, I became suddenly unspoken-less. They gave me this look, not a look of sadness, more like a look of pride and honor. They both huddle close to me and gave me a hug. The words that came from their mouths next. I 'll never forget
My mother was taking care of me, and my three other siblings all alone by herself. When my father was living my mother only had one job, but now she had to work more. She had a massive impact on our lives by making sure we had everything we needed. Because I was the oldest of my siblings, I felt like I was a parent. At just eight years old, I had to skip school just to make sure my siblings had someone to look after them while my mother worked. I was obligated to feed them, give them baths, and put clothes on them. It was very difficult, but I knew my mother had to pay bills, and take care of us and herself, so I knew she couldn’t afford a babysitter. When times got very tough, my mom would get stressed out and take it out on us by throwing tantrums, hollering at us and beating on us. I didn’t have a choice but to encourage my mother, and be the one to push her to not give
A few months after my father’s death, my mum decided to move to Maryland where Aunt Marie lived as it was no longer safe for us to live in Virginia. We set off our journey but unfortunately, the streets of Virginia were filled with crowds of people who were also moving to a safer place like us. I held my mum’s hands very tight but the crowd was too big and I was knocked down to the ground. The minute I looked up, I knew that the crowd had separated me from my mum. My heart stopped as there was no sign of mum everywhere I looked.
Third year of high school. I walked into my house, expecting everything to be as normal. Mum sitting watching TV and my dinner sitting in the kitchen. Instead? I sat for four hours wiping tears off my face, it was almost peeling, with thoughts that I may not see my own Mother again. Cars constantly pulling up outside the house, blue and red were the only colours I could see. Asked question, after question, I didn't know if I could cope anymore. Shock, anger and happiness came rushing to me three days later; my mum was standing right in front of my own eyes. Despite everything she had put me through; I was relieved to see that she was alive. I couldn't go through losing another parent, not again.
At this point I was no longer numb, but vulnerable. I needed somebody to just drown me with love, and what better place to visit than the home of my siblings. Something inside of me believed so desperately my mother had changed; that she would welcome me with opened arms, and I would be reunited with some of my siblings. So I returned to my old place of torment full of hope. Nothing could have prepared me for her response. As I rang the doorbell I was neither welcomed or loved. I watch her peep out the door and close it in my face after she realized it was