My Life - Original Writing

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

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There were various places that I dreamt of visiting when I was a child. My whole life, I wanted to visit Spain because of it’s impressive architectural buildings, the culture, and history behind the whole country. Not to mention, the food in Spain is absolutely delightful. As I grew older, I became less fond of my desired destinations. I only cared to visit Spain because of its physical appearance other than to learn about the culture and history. I learned over the years to never “ judge a book by it 's cover.” To explain further, I have fancied numerous of places because they are portrayed as attractive in my eyes. Instead, I’ve decided to visit a place where I can learn more about its culture. Throughout

I am truly amazed at how this book came along in my life right when I needed it the most. For two and a half years since my late husband passed away I have literally been in a fog. I didn’t realize that it was an attack from the enemy. I thought it was me just going through a grieving process that just seem to keep prolonging itself or either somehow there was some unresolved issues in my life that needed to be dealt with. For the life of me I couldn’t seem to figure out what it was that I needed to deal with. I was exhausted mentally and emotionally knowing that this couldn’t be of God, but was just too numb to even try to do anything about it. I would try to pray my way out and even would go to church thinking maybe someone could pray this off of me, but then again, I can’t even say I was desperate to get rid of whatever this was. I was simply lulled to sleep with no fight left in me. Oh, of course I prayed the cover all prayer over my family, but could see by the way my children were handling everyday life that they needed more prayer than just pleading the blood of Jesus over them every day. They needed that warrior woman to pick her sword back up and get her armor in check and go to war on their behalves. We needed restoration and healing so badly in our lives. I felt like that when God got tired of me being in this place that He would come to my rescue and without any help on my part and rescuing me is exactly what He did by sending me this book.

It all started in 2001 at 2:40am, a baby was born. You could hear tears of joy and the shrieks of fear. The sweet smell of amniotic fluid on your baby fills you with joy as she’s being placed in your arms. You take turns holding the harmonious newborn and in just that moment you forget how much your expensive little miracle will cost you emotionally. You watch her peacefully as she’s just born into the world and so clueless as to what the future brings her. You pay close attention to the little breaths she takes as she inhales and exhales and you think everything is perfect just for a minute, until time passes.

After talking to the three sisters about her future and making a wish she wanted to know if it would actually come true she thought on it for a bit and walked home. When she walked home she thought about how tired she was of this place and she could not wait longer. When she got home Nenny was off playing in her room parents doing house work so she walked in her room grabbed her backpack and started packing. Okay so I need clothes, money, journal, and food to start me off she goes and gets all of things ready and walks out while her family is distracted. She walks past the four tall trees and says nothing only her thoughts, past the trees and into the city where there are new exciting things she has never experienced before there are fast

In late autumn, the wiltering sullen trees stood deathly still under the dark, gray sky, held their frail, tired limbs by their sides and reached out to receive nothing but cold harsh winds. Beneath the barely noticeable shrubs and brushes was the cold hard soil, in which red, brown , yellow, and orange leaves spread across the entire ground as far as I could see. On some trees, not a single leaf was found. They lay across on the earth too weak to get up. The car sped quickly through piles of leaves making them fly into the air.

It was as if life was sluggishly pulling out my blooming, tender, young heart, and crushing it.

was thinking about the stuff I needed to bring from home when suddenly, a coughing sound caught my attention. Feeling contented, I threw a quick glance at my father. To my disappointment, he was still on his bed motionless with only his chest faintly moving up and down. The continuous wheezing noise that he was making clearly revealed his breathing difficulty. I felt dejected. It hurt me to see him in this much pain.

- You sure you will be ok on your own? 3 years is a long time, if there is anything you need, don`t be afraid to call, got it?

When I finally hit the ground, it was too late. Mike had already beaten me down. There was no turning back from here. I made my choice, to love my family more than anything else. And I don’t regret my decision. I should probably make myself comfortable, I’m destined to be here for a while. If only I was able to go upstairs and talk to our father. I would tell him how much I love him and how I could never see anyone as his equal. I’m better than all of them ,he has to know that, he’ll notice this once he sees how useless that garbage he brought home really is. Did Mike really have to push me down and into this dark basement? I guess it was his only option since I wasn’t ready to leave willingly. Even though he was only following orders he could have easily come with me. How could Dad expect me to love anything more than him? Why didn’t my opinion matter? Where in this hell of a situation is mom? I hope she comes home soon so that she could talk to dad about this punishment. I hate it down here. Its dark, the walls are red and I can see my reflection on the broken glass on the floor. Damn, i forgot my shoes upstairs. I’ve been down here for what feels like an eternity and my knees are still sore, I’m bleeding. I wish it was light enough down here for my eyes to adjust so that I could look around for some band aids or some gauze. There’s blood all over me. I know it’s blood because i can smell it and its starting to dry and get sticky between my fingers. It’s starting to drip

I’ve spent my whole life trying to get back to one moment, one image: me, no older than seven, running to the park on a brisk summer day, with my mom behind me, and the grass as green as can be. It was the earliest I had ever gotten up, which combined with the gray - instead of the light blue sky - made me feel like I was in a new realm. The sun was glimmering, with speckles of it coming shooting right through the neighbor’s roof. For the first time, I found the sun tolerable that day. Up until then, the sun was a mere annoyance, to my young, sensitive eyes. I was much more a fan of the dark, the spark neon lights on a rainy evening gave off were always my favorite sight. But nothing could compare to the sun that day, the innocence of it all, for one, I enjoyed the light.

As a child, I always used to think that my parents were indestructible. In my eyes, there was absolutely nothing that could hurt them. Obviously, there is no logic behind this preposterous belief, yet I still felt that way for almost a decade of my life. Unfortunately, my idealistic views came to an end when I was nine years old. My father, who was always some sort of superhero in my life, was diagnosed with end stage renal failure in the summer of 2006. All of a sudden, my super hero didn’t seem so indestructible anymore.

My heart is pounding in my chest as I step onto the dusty gym floor. My palms are damp with perspiration. I slowly look around the room. Girls wearing headbands, shorts, and t-shirts fill the gym. Some girls wear the same nervous expression I do, and some have a look of confidence on their face. The sound of girls handling basketballs fills the gym. I walk over to the rack hesitantly and slowly reach out and grasp a basketball. The bumpy texture of the ball in my hand is familiar, and provides a sense of comfort. I look over at my sister and we head over to an empty basketball hoop. We start to shoot around, preparing for the tryouts that are moments away from starting.

My friends cheerfully laugh as they start piling into Brett’s car. Today is my eighteenth birthday, and because now everyone in our friend group has hit this milestone, they decided that we should all go get tattoos. Brett wants and eagle on his arm, Jessica wants a butterfly on her back, and Ashley wants the word “Love” around her ankle. But as for me, I have absolutely no clue what I want.