On a busy Tuesday morning, individuals hurried around trying to get to their destination. In a crowded store, two vibrantly decorated pillows lay in the nearly empty clearance container. A bright pink pillow, dreaming about being bought, laid next to a navy green pillow, who had been returned multiple times and longed to stay in the store forever. The navy green pillow wanted to protect her companion from the shoppers, as that is how she lost her entire family, to them; they all got chosen one by one leaving only the navy green pillow. As a shopper walked by, scrutinizing the pillows, the pink pillow begged the green pillow to let her go and leave this store. "Do you not want to be bought by a client? To be brought to a permanent …show more content…
Once I leaned that most of my family has been bought, I grew depressed, realizing that I was not able to meet my entire family. A few days after my remaining family broke the news to me, a few customers stopped by our bin admiring my family and I. Once they decided on which pillow to purchase all at once they reached down and removed each and every one of us. We sluggishly went through the checkout line, one by one, each in a different cart. Next, we each were on our way to a home, each with a different destination. Once I arrived to my home, where I thought I would be forever, they started to wrap me in paper and sent me somewhere else. After a repetitive song, I was opened from the wrapping, when I was able to see I was stared at. I noticed a group of adolescents gathered around me, all looking at me with a look of repugnance. In the distance, I heard the mother apologizing to the child who was crying after seeing the pillow. That is when I noticed that they were all looking at ME in disgust. The mother once again covered me up and deported me back to the store, where I was put back in the same bin. Thrown back in the bin I fell on top of you where I saw that all of my family was gone, I was left here alone with no one I …show more content…
The green pillow now on top of her colleague, trying to hide her from the shopper, because she did not want her being bought. The pink pillow trying to transfer her, lost the battle, and stayed on the bottom. The toddler easily saw the sparkling pink pillow and presented it to her mom. The mom examining the pillow decided it was not beneficial and told her daughter to return it where she found it. The pink pillow grew depressed as the child approached the bin to put her back. Once back in the bin she noticed the green pillow was gone. The pillow wanted to prove to the green pillow that color does not matter for being bought or not bought. Glancing around not able to find her companion grew into a
A couple of days go by and Claire is tired of her toddler chewing on the wallpaper and decides to go outside to get some fresh air. When she goes outside she sees her neighbor doing yard work.
When they finally found me the next morning sleeping in the barn I thought for sure I was going to be beaten within an inch of my life. I was utterly amazed when they beat me lightly and were told to take care of me so as not to become ill.
parents, grabbing me by the ears, made me kneel down in front of everybody and
I just left my father’s funeral. I was wondering where my brother Victor was. He was not at the funeral; I wondered if he was just at home. Why would he miss our father’s funeral? So I got in my carriage and rode home. Victor was not at home. So, I went to ask the people in Geneva. One woman told me Victor left for the Arctic. Why would Victor leave for the Arctic? I realized I had no family member left, I was all alone. All the money and property was supposed to go to Victor but, now he is not here to inherit it, the money was all mine. I realized I have to be more responsible for taking care of family’s property as nobody is around to take care of it.
Marilyn’s clothes in a suitcase and they got in her car. They drove and drove for a long time without telling Marilyn where she was going. They finally arrived at a three-story red-brick building. Marilyn looked up at the sign and it said LOS ANGELES ORPHANS HOME. Marilyn told her, “Please don’t let me stay here.
called for my Grandfather, and at His will, my Grandfather was taken from this life. My
Another thing is that the nursery had replaced the kids parents and think that there parents were bad so they decided they had to get rid of their parents for the nursery. How they did this was that they put something there father had and something the mother had, the father had the wallet and the mother had the scarf. The
It was a dark cold night in December. Opening the door to their house, the den sat quiet as usual, but something else was different. Walking to the living room, I did not hear a voice that always greeted me with joy. There was no room for joy, or laughter anymore. When I sat down, my Pa Pa’s bed sat across from me. I could see the bones through his skin, the bagginess of his white t-shirt, and the sadness that rest in his eyes. On his lips, a smile no longer lived. “Hi Pa Pa”, I say as I walked over to k...
I loved my family so I couldn’t bear if someone is disvaluing my family. My culture constructed my reality. Because I was experiencing disfranchised grief so I couldn’t be discussed my loss openly. I was feeling isolated because I had no one to talk with.
I thought for 15 years that my mother was alive, but now, hearing that she had been dead for almost my entire life, I felt deceived. I had no idea who this woman was. I felt melancholy, then I was overwhelmed with anger. I was furious at my adoptive parents for withholding the truth. She was my mother, my family, not theirs.
I cried as we locked up the house for the last time. I felt like we had just spackled, primed, and painted over my childhood. I felt as if my identity had been erased, and like the character in the song, I had lost myself. There was no longer any physical evidence that I had ever lived in, much less grew up in, the house.
I remember the day well. There was a disturbance of some sort in the house of which I had taken part. I am not sure whether I was the malefactor or was the beneficiary, probably a quarrel with my brothers, but I do remember what happened thereafter. After my rebuke, I walked through the back door and proceeded to the garage. In those days, and even now, the garage was not meant for cars but for storage, so there were boxes upon boxes of stored junk. Upon entering, I moved a few boxes away, found a familiar hole where my brothers and I used to go and hide, bellied myself on the dusty flour, and crawled about three and one half feet under stored chairs and one desk to my destination—a hidden spot in the far corner of garage. None would find me there! Immediately I began to cry. “No one loves me!” and “Everybody hates me!” were the phrases that I would say. Tears flowing, I would condemn the world for its hatred and console myself with the words I knew too well, “It’s okay. You can survive though no one understands you.” How hopeless words can console is a mystery—but truth switches places with lies when you’re deceived.
It was late and the house was silent. Tom came home from work late a lot, so the silence was expected. By this time, Marie was in bed and his dinner, the evening newspaper, and the mail were waiting for him on the table. Tom closed the door and walked down the short hall to the kitchen. Everything was set on the table. He quickly looked through the mail and went over to the bin to throw an unwanted advertisement away. Tom noticed a crumpled piece of his wife’s stationary inside. He picked it up and opened it.
Jeremy, G. T. (1989). How to negotiate better deals. London, UK: Gold Arrow Publication Ltd.
Throughout the morning I didn’t know what to feel. I have seen distant family and friends of my parents