She hit the nurse’s button, the nurse went in to the room, saw me then walked out and brought back crackers, a gown( for my mother to wear) and a Plastic bag (for my mom can put her dirty clothes in). My mom got dressed and called my grandmother to let her know what happened. She passed the phone to me “Dakota are you going to be okay?” my grandmother asked frantically. “No, I want you here grandma, I was feeling better with you here” I said crying. “I know you want to get a good sleep, and I’m sorry” My grandmother told me not to worry and she drove to the hospital to release my mom and stayed with me.
My little sister, she was only ten walked in and saw the blood, she screamed and my mum ran upstairs, she came in and saw, she told me sister to go and get th... ... middle of paper ... ...ink I needed it, I felt better. I had locked everything away. I went to counselling and this lady talked to me, it was only me and her in the room, I told her how I had locked it all up and I didn't need her help but she insisted, she made me unlock everything, I did, I went back after that. You can imagine, I had got rid of the pain but now she made it return, I didn't want to go again. I went home and my mum said I had to stick with this or I wouldn't recover, I couldn't believe she would put me through this.
“Nope, I already put her gift in her room; but I bet Mom would like something.” Aaron picked out some bath oil that smelled like watermelon. After quite a lot of commotion, they were finally home. As Dad laid Sally in her new crib, Mom said gently, “Oh, Aaron.” Malarky’s fishbowl stood proudly on Sally’s yellow dresser.
I responded in a sarcastic way well your dream is wrong I’m home and baby is still in my belly, and she started laughing says ok call me when you’re ready and she hangs up on me. Sure enough by 7am I couldn’t sleep I went to the bathroom noticed I was bleeding. I rushed to call my mom she says to me calm down is going to be ok. Make sure you shower and wear comfortable clothing and have the baby’s stuff ready to take to the hospital. At that moment I realized that I was about to really be someone’s mom at sixteen. By 2:19pm I became a mother it was the most wonderful experience I have ever had in my life that little angel crying was mine.
He said as he left the market. Cindy got the bread and ran home to share the good news with her aunt and cousins. Cindy was in the kitchen making dinner, when the door bell rang ?Cindy go get the door!? shouted her aunt. Cindy took her apron off, and rushed to answer the door.
When I finally reached her house and told her she was overjoyed. I apologized that we had to cancel our plans and then walked home to meet up with the relatives that came to meet the new addition to the family. All the excitement and anticipation was overcome by anxiousness and suspense as my family and I waited in the dark living room for the call to meet Alice.
She told her how he had hit her when she was bad and when last weekend I was gone he had “tried to put his peepee in her peepee.” When I heard that I started to cry and told my aunt how he had been doing those things and more to me but I never thought he would do them to her. My aunt had a facial expression of “don’t worry I’m going to take care of this”, and she called my step grandma right away and told her what we said. They then picked up my mother and took us all to the hospital to get checked out. The doctor told her with great sympathy that there was no penetration on my sister but that there was some evidence of sexual abuse on both of us. I could see from my mother’s facial expressions that she had the whole time that she didn’t want to hear what the doctor was saying and there was going to be no sympathy from her what so ever.
How to Babysit Four Kids My mom, who skillfully manages four children, works Tuesday evenings - she calls it time out. As I walked in the house on a recent Tuesday evening, I hear Meghan screaming. Tim is mercilessly teasing her by hiding her teddy bear. Pat is hollering from the basement at Tim; and the phone is ringing. The ringing stops, which means Maura got it.
When I got to stay over at a friend's house, I finally got the chance to relax and be happy. In my house people were constantly fighting and shouting at each other. That Saturday started off like any normal morning. I woke up, wearing my favorite pink bathrobe that my grandpa bought me for my birthday just a few days earilier. I sprinted to the pantry and snatched the Reese's Puffs like they would not have been there if I had waited another second to get them.
Susie hoisted Felicity into her right arm while attempting to carry a folder bulging with lesson plans and year 4 homework in her left. Felicity's soggy yet bright blonde hair clung to her pink cheeks as she mumbled to herself about ponies and wellington boots. At last Susie saw the entrance to the school and made her way up the steps, you see Susie taught English at St. James Primary School, and today her daughter was coming to school with her. Frantic early morning telephone calls to friends whom owed favours were fruitless, "typical of the nursery to be closed on the day we have that important seminar", muttered Susie while wrestling with the staff room door. Susie, or Mrs Bell to the inky fingered ten year olds who graced her classroom daily, shuffled her papers.