Mother, I thought. My beautiful, loving mother passed away just a few months ago. Ever since her death, I couldn't sleep all right. I would roll back and forth in my rough bed and sometimes pause to stare at the gloomy ceiling.
Whenever my father talked, I could tell he was trying to tuck away all his sorrowful feelings. But I knew that he deep inside, couldn't handle this gruesome tragedy more than anyone else.
Dad told me that seeing me look miserable and stricken made him nervous. He said that he wanted us both to take a step out of our pitiful misery. So, that is why my dear father took me to this gorgeous country called Indonesia, a country alongside of neat beaches made of shimmering, wavy water that glimmers in the morning light and full of little children who are ever so gleeful.
"Father!" I exclaimed in fury as I hopped fiercely out of our rented SUV that was now parked in front of a golden beach. "I'm so tired from our long trip here. Could you please buy me some ice-cream?" I knew that even my compelling father would have been undoubtedly exhausted too. But never the less, I tried.
"Sure Karl," he replied as his smooth voice flowed like a steady river. I had my father's dominant brown eyes. He was tall and strong just like a soldier. Any kid would dream to be his son. He continued, "What kind? There are a lot of interesting kinds here."
Suddenly, I saw a gush of sadness make its way slowly into his eyes. Maybe he doesn't want to leave me, I thought. I didn't know why, but I knew what I had to do.
"No!" I shouted. "Please don't go. I don't care about some stupid ice cream!"
"Karl," father continued."It's just an ice cream. Here, I'll get you your favourite, chocolate with some sprinkles on top. Just ho...
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...ite down the pain that rushed into me as I met the teary eyes of little children. I held down the pain with all my might until I met the eyes of one cheerful boy.
I ran with all my might. My throat was aching for air. The delicious rush of wind passing my face thrilled me. I took a deep breath and lunged myself at Karl.
I stuffed my head into Karl's shoulder like a little child and cried down his back mumbling every single thought that was in my head.
"It was them who rescued me father, them." He pointed gently over to Sarah who was holding a white handkerchief and wiping a few tears that rolled down her cheeks. "I'm sorry I left you at the beach."
"It wasn't you that left me, it was me. I beg you, please forgive me." I pleaded clutching Karl's hands. "Also promise me, we will never ever separate from each other again."
"I promise."
I stared into his face, feeling a sense of outrage. His left eye had collapsed, a line of raw redness showing where the lid refused to close, and his gaze had lost its command. I looked from his face to the glass, thinking he's disem...
“They left me,” A new wave of tears streamed down the girl’s face, “They left me to
Sometimes it hardened and seemed to expand until I felt my guts were going to come spilling out or that I was going to choke or scream,” (Baldwin 37) enables the reader to imagine and feel the depth of his fear for his brother. The use of intensive details is an important asset in creating sympathy in the reader.
“Just listen. Please,” only the desperation in his voice made me stay- well I guess that’s not true. Deeply I wanted to hear what he had to say but another side of me wanted t the apology. “Look,” he sounded as though he was on the brink of tears- and lots of them too. “I still love you.I still love you with everything I have. I was drunk and lost that night- I never called you because- because I was scared you would leave me. I’m hopelessly in love with you Abigail, I never wanted to hurt you,” in that moment he sounded so cliche that I wanted to slap him across the face. I noticed him beginning to shake his head. “I know the idiocy of what I just said made you laugh on the inside, but- the dearth of my sleep, I’ve missed you so much, please just-” I thought about it all, and the worst part is that I believed him and the only way to shut him up now, was to well. I leaned as close possible to him and wrapped my hands around his head pushing his soft lips against my own. Suddenly I realized it wasn’t him I ever needed, it was someone at all and my choice was
He turned his head toward me and peered at me through swollen eyes. “I begged her not to go with him,” he said quietly. “Do you hear me, I begged her!”
"Why sorry?" he croaked, and she realized that when she did what she had done, he had broken."I put all of my problems on your shoulders. I didn't even ask how you ever felt, I broke you. I forgot that I was all you had and yet I knotted the rope and I kicked away that chair; I left you here in this cruel, cruel world that I knew you feared."
“He doesn't love you the way I love you!” Tears streamed down his face even more as they began to fall on the wooden floor. “Were those 4 years of me falling for you that see through?!”
Tears flooded my face as I let her hand go. I love my mother dearly, but without father I had to be the head of the house. The one to take charge in times like these. She was in not in a good place of mind to be rational. Why had father forsaken us like this, why couldn't we just go home and be with him. The thoughts swirled around my head but the next thing I knew was mother laying on the ground in pain. Her face crinkled and puffy as she clenched her stomach in the delicate hands.
Death a familiar friend, who seemed to always show up when I least expect it. Somehow when he appeared and blindsided me, I should have known. Things never can stay that good for long. My grandmother, taken by death to once again be reunited with her soul mate after years of morning. With this came the harsh effects of the diagnosis, the hospital visits at all hours, medication, death, and home.
"I 'm sorry," she replied and her voice cracked as she brought her hands to wipe her eyes, rubbing them roughly and turning them red, her chest heaved a sob as she dried them, but to no avail as more tears followed, soaking her hands eventually, "it 's just," there was a small pause as her chest heaved with another sob, "after all this time we’ve known each other and
... at the man, the unbidden memory of my parents’ lifeless body in the open casket washes over my mind. My head begins to throb. I fight back tears, screaming in agony.
Sitting there, in that moment, I felt my heart pounding, palms sweating, pulse racing, cheeks scalding, and throat swelling. The room was spinning and crashing into a heap of tragedy that I was so unprepared to face, I would rather die than continue on knowing the inevitable was to approach in six months time. As my father held my hand, I was terrified to look him in the face as he was informing me of the horrible sickness that was consuming him from the inside out, but I forced myself to glance into his eyes. I have never seen my father cry; yet, at that moment, I saw a pool of tears in his already red, swollen eyes. My once invincible, strong, hero of a dad was now speaking with a trembling voice that I could do nothing to comfort. All the times he had wiped my tears and made my problems disappear when
He took his other hand off the door and wrapped it around me. He was holding me so tight. He cleared his throat and continued.
Verity bent down and pulled her siblings close to her in a hug, “I'll never leave you guys again, I promise,” she whispered.
As I walked in to their bedroom, I found my mother sitting on the bed, weeping quietly, while my father lay on the bed in a near unconscious state. This sight shocked me, I had seen my father sick before, but by the reaction of my mother and the deathly look on my father’s face I knew that something was seriously wrong.