The closer we get to the holidays the more miserable I get. I don’t really know why but for some reason over the last few years I just get that way. Christmas is mums favourite holiday, and I try not to ruin it for her but sometimes it’s hard to put on the act. With all that has happened this year, I’ve learnt how to put a convincing smile. Most times its only there to put my mum at ease. Although I’m just fooling myself, she seems to buy it. Maybe we both fake a front face, to protect our inner emotions. Maybe we just put it up the front face, that we believe the other wished to see. Although she had it tough, when my father left her, all she had was me. I stayed by her side through tough times. Over the years, I matured at a younger …show more content…
The brightness of the morning light and the stillness of the atmosphere made my palms drench in sweat, as I breathed, rapidly but shallow, to the unknowingness of the object. It was no bigger than a tissue box. Its white fluffy texture, and small black eyes glared in my direction. Suddenly it filled my heart with warmth, and joy. I walked closer to the object, and a strong, warm smile started to grow on my face. I was my long-lost teddy bear Charlie. I picked it up and gave it a hug it, the smell of the plush indelibly stamped my memory. The smell evoked my earliest memories. It was filled with images of my father at moments, where he was laughing as we played hide and seek together as I carried Charlie around, and the time where he first cut my hair and times where I was scared so I squeezed Charlie. And, now, as I stand on the same hall way, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face, almost 4 years later, I can’t help but think of him. I can’t help thinking of him, and all the pain he instilled into both, my mum and I during his final years, a burning sensation of hated grew every time I thought of him. Life changes so fast. Life changes in the instant. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends with the someone you once loved. I then wondered how this got placed here, it was unusual, because I passed the same spot every morning, not noticing it. The vivid evocation of father taking it was distant as I remember
The blazing light was shining in my face and a slight breeze blew through the arched windows. I spotted an open chest in the attic, whilst spring cleaning. The outside rim of the box was covered in dust and cobbled webs; the hinge was rusty, making a creak noise against the ghost-quiet room. Rummaging my hand around the chest there was a scratchy-substance digging against my fingers. As the sun faded from my sight I lifted up the mysterious object. It was an old rustic book; I flipped through the delicate pages, every touch made a crinkling
My father knew that I was born and he never responded as a father, he didn’t take the responsibility he was supposed to take. On the other hand, my mother didn’t beg him to stay with us and she became a single mother. She became a fierce woman; she would work hours to give me always the best. Thanks to my mother I have to admit that food has been always in my mouth and shoes on my feet. My mother became a single mother and she confronted the world with her daughter, she was proud to have me and would stand tall when they would ask her about me.
stayed strong even through the times that were tough. And final she lived on to tell our
She and I had an especially close bond. Shortly before my dad’s accident, both her parents had died. I was the one who supported her through a very difficult year. As a result, she always treated me differently from the other kids—almost like an adult.
Even after her brother had died he helped her find words and really opened her up to a whole new
However, she knew that she wouldn’t be in my life for too long because of her condition, which was Lupus. She left my life when I was 7 years old, but I think that loss has helped shape me into the person I am today. Getting to the environment I was in, I lived in a fairly nice house with a medium-sized backyard and a pool, but we were by no means rich. As I have stated before, education was a big thing in my family, and my dad was always living proof that with education, you can get where you want to in life. My neighborhood was nothing very interesting in particular, one thing that was fun was that most houses near us went all-out for Christmas, Decorating their houses with lights, sound systems, decorations, and just making the neighborhood look really jolly for the
She was not the most perfect person but her personality and the way she talked made everyone want to be like her. Anyone she talks to can hear her talk for hours. Growing up she did not have an easy life style. She struggled often but she always made the best out of everything. She cherished her life and all the little things that came with it. She always worked hard for everything she wanted and needed and I looked up to her because of that. I yearned for her life. Middle age women living in the big beautiful city of opportunity and working for the department of health in New York. That was everything I wanted.
When we were growing up my mother made sure my siblings and I were always taken care of. She would sacrifice her own happiness for ours.
Thanksgiving is a time to give thanks for all of our rights and the things that we have. We are very thankful to come home every day to a nice home with food and water, some people don’t have the nice things that we have. The rights that I am thankful for as a citizen of this country are the freedom of religion and the freedom of speech.
She has taught me so many moral values to life and has made me the man I am
My mother loved me dearly, and she sang to me the song of her homeland every day. My father had died in the war when I was three so I don’t remember him much. My mother said he was strong, extremely dependable yet gentle and observant, he was a bit outspoken but he stood up for the weak and how he loved her cranberry apple cakes.
I could hear muted sobs as friends and family members began lashing out in tears. Yet, I stood still as ever as memories with my best friend began flashing in my head. I was best friends with a girl who lived right next door to me since birth. We told secrets and laughed with one another since the day I can recall my earliest memory as a child. It was unfortunate to see it all come to an end now that she was gone. All I saw was her lifeless body slowly turning pale on a stretcher stationed on her living room floor. This was one of those moments that makes you question how quickly life can take an unexpected turn. I wasn't willing to accept that
I was confused on how to face my adversities without having someone to guide me along the way. If there were any ill intentions of the people around me, I would not have noticed. My heart turned cold and I disregarded the feelings of my friends and family. My friends were only there in hopes that they would be there to lift me up if I’d ever be to fall into a ditch. Chelsea was the one friend that gave me an understanding to what succeeding my goals in life would bring me. I felt genuine happiness in her company, in fact she taught me what genuine happiness meant. The ineffable effort I put in for myself to try and get over her passing away just seemed so effortless at the end of the day. I would try to get through a day without crying, and I would; but I felt as if everything I held in during the day would just fall apart in the night. I cried until there were no more tears to shed. When my bedroom lights would turn off it would feel darker than usual. I would stop myself from falling asleep at night because it would just be some time away from thinking of the memories we had spent together; and not spending a night thinking of the memories I had with her would just feel like a waste of a night. It was difficult for me to move on from thinking of her. The continuous thoughts of her made me feel imprisoned in the past, and barred from my
As soon as we finished the job, my uncle went and sat in the front
She understood perseverance and the importance of people and she carried on against all odds. The last time I spoke to her, she knew exactly who I was, despite