Feeling upset and insulted, I walked down the street thinking what has come to me? How cruel this life can be? How imprudent people can react even to their own child? I didn’t ask to be like this and I wonder how come a highly intelligent person like my parents can be so conservative sometimes. Disappointed of what occurred, I decided to go home. I know the celebration will take longer, it is better to reach home earlier than them. I sat down at a bus stop waiting for a taxi, it was 20 before 9 pm when my cell phone rang. It was no one else than my management teacher. “Hey, honey, it’s me.” “I know, hello Miss…” I answered carelessly. “It’s Rina, OK. How many times I need to remind you?” “Yea, Rina…” “You sound gloomy. Well, I just want to check out if everything’s fine. Are you enjoying the party? Hmm, how are you feeling?” “I’m catching a taxi home.” “Oh, what happened honey? Where are you now?” With that phone call Miss Rina asked me to wait for her right there, at the bus stop where I sat feeling blue of what occurred between me and my dad. I didn’t say yes, neither no. Thankfully, I have a lighter and the cigarette with me, better than being alone, and so I passed my time sitting on the cold bench of the bust stop, gazing into the dark, watching vehicles passing by with an empty look. The breeze gently touches my face, flew my memory back to the good times I had with my parents, particularly my dad. Yes, it is true, life is one big playground when we were kids. Being careless without getting scolded, laugh, run, mum and dad are always there to adore you. Go to school, come home having a good lunch and play again… being pampered, granted everything you have to wish, problem never was really a problem. Isn’t it great? But then... ... middle of paper ... ...ettle the bill, Miss. Take this as my gratitude to you for being a very understanding teacher. I was an asshole. You are my guardian angel.” “No, I’ll take care of it. I’m the one who invited you.” I saw her calling the waiter and settle the bill with a credit card. “Let’s go honey, you are getting drunk.” She led me to the car. I remember, could hardly walk that she needed to hold me in her arm. “It is a wonderful night tonight, I have never felt so happy like this. Never in my life, I feel appreciated like this. You do really love me, Rina?” “Rest Andrey. I’ll drive you home.” “No, please, Miss. I can’t go home in this condition. Please take me with you, wherever you wish to be. Allow me to be with you tonight.” And that was how we ended up at her place. She laid me down on her bed and disappeared… my eyes blurred as I heard the water running from the bathroom.
Almost twenty years ago, around this time of the month, you had a baby girl on November twenty-six. Like every parent you are happy, smiling at the baby, holding my hands and taking pictures. I grew up, stood up, walked for the first time, said my first words, and lost my baby teeth. It’s time for me to go to my first day of school; you don’t want me to go because you got use to my presence in the house. Meanwhile, you are low-key wishing for me to stay a baby girl, when you know perfectly that it isn’t going to happen.
My Dad wanted to take us parasailing, and my sister and Carrie (my new step mom) wanted to go shopping. We decided to wait for a boat to pick us up in the afternoon for parasailing, and before that we would go shopping. So we went shopping until we got hungry for some lunch. Me and Tori just wanted to get fast food because we didn’t want to be late for parasailing. My dad decided to just take us to Hardee’s, but it would take us awhile to get there because we had to go to the one closest to the boat, which was about an hour away. I love long car rides, so this was the time for rolling down my window and listening to my music on my
I could smell the odor of intoxicating liquor and could tell she was very intoxicated, by the way she was looking at me. Her eyes were pink and bloodshot, droopy and she slurred her words when she answered me, after I asked her to step out of the door
“Hope the bump got you sober.” She stares down at me with an eyebrow raised in surprise and a smirk of disbelief on her lips.
As a child growing up in a rural county, I didn’t have soccer practice or dance recitals; no play dates or playgrounds. I had trees to climb, woods to explore, bikes to ride and adventures to be had. I had bare feet in the grass, wincing on the gravel driveway, rocks digging into my soles. I had walnuts to crush, plums to eat, flowers to pick, bugs to catch. I had my little brothers to bug me, my mom to take care of me, my dad to laugh with me and my grandparents to hold me. I had books to read, worlds of words to get lost in. I had Saturday morning cartoons, Sunday morning church, and fireflies to catch every night.
And while the details of the arguments that caused these altercations are lost to me now, all I can remember is the distrust and rejection that ravished my identity the moment their bodies made physical contact with mine. Living a life that was constructed by them and for them, I was utterly lost when the feelings of trust and acceptance died. I had committed myself to taking part in extracurricular clubs that stepped up my involvement and got me closer to getting ahead, and I had achieved a status that was somewhat unmatchable for others in regard to my popularity because of my success, but all of this seemed pointless because of the confusion that my parents
“Whoa. I did nothing,” I said, trying to hide the panic from my voice. “Just let me go. Please,” I said.
The car ride lasted for what felt like an eternity, my parents continuously tried to make small talk but it never helped all I could think of was what I lost and couldn’t ever get back. We finally arrived at the gate leading to the house which looked more like an old...
“So what’s up? I haven’t talked to you since my baby shower!” I sipped my wine as I expressed,
All throughout my life there have been ups and downs with my parents life. They haven’t always made the best decision in their pasts and it is affecting us now. From house to house and school to school, it was a long road of situations much like one I first showed. I did not quite understand them all the other times before and my parents did a sneaky job of mak...
“I love you. I can love you like nobody else could. If I can’t have you, nobody can have you”
One beautiful day that summer, I was playing outside with my friends when my mom called for me to come home. I did not want to abandon my guard post at the neighbor's tree house so I decided to disregard her order. I figured that my parents would understand my delima and wouldn't mind if I stayed out for another two or three hours. Unfortunately, they had neglected to inform me that my grandparents had driven in from North Carolina, and we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner. When I finally returned, my father was furious. I had kept them from going to dinner, and he was simply not happy with me. "Go up to your room and don't even think about coming downstairs until I talk to you."
"Happy Birthday", my mom screamed out and scared me the morning of June 9. But it was surprising and nice of her since she wished me before anyone else. It was my eighteen birthday and it was my day. While looking out the big windows in my room, I thought to myself, I will do what satisfies me today, but wasn't quite sure what? I didn’t receive any calls from my friends, or other relatives. Nobody was home either besides my mom with whom I can’t make plans because she got her own work to do. It depressed me because it seemed like this was going to be one boring eighteen birthday.
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were
As usual I woke up to the sound of my father pounding on my bedroom door, hollering, “Get up! Get on your feet! You’re burning daylight!” I met my brother in the hallway, and we took our time making it down the stairs, still waking up from last night’s sleep. As we made our way to the kitchen, I thought about what to have for breakfast: fried eggs, pancakes, an omelet, or maybe just some cereal. I started to get hungry. As usual, mom and dad were waiting in the kitchen. Mom was ready to cook whatever we could all agree on, and dad was sitting at the table watching the news. The conversation went as usual, “Good morning.” “How are you today?”