A new addition to the family I was six years old, sitting in the back of my dad’s truck, my mom was yelling at him, telling him it was time. She stated that her water had already broken. We were going to visit our family members which would’ve taken around half a day to see them. I was afraid of what was going to happen, but also incredibly excited about it. I looked out the window and saw nothing but barren land. There was nothing but dirt and a few dead plants for as far as my eyes could see. I began to slowly roll down my window, but immediately rolled it back up due to the immense amount of heat. My dad called 911, and said that his wife was in labor. He then proceeded to ask if it would be possible to go back to Anaheim, but they …show more content…
My mom was getting worse, and I was beginning to worry about her and the baby. I again asked my dad if he could stop at the nearest gas station or store so that I could use the restroom and stated that it was very urgent. He responded by giving me an empty bottle of water and telling me to “be careful.” I tried convincing him to stop at the nearest gas station, but he said no. I reluctantly took the bottle and asked him where to put it when I was finished. He jokingly told me to drink it. I laughed, placed it in the back seat cup holder, and stared at it with a disgusted face for a few minutes. I was glad that I at least didn 't have to worry about my bladder exploding for the next few hours. My dad was arguing with my mom for a few long minutes before we stopped at a building that two shapes on it that appeared to be a dog and a cat. I asked if we were here, and my dad said “maybe papio.” He sounded sad or embarrassed for some reason but I couldn’t figure out why. We entered the building and I then realized exactly why my dad was embarrassed, we had stopped at an animal hospital. We were there for a few minutes and then left in a hurry. I was surprised that my mother seemed so calm. My Dad said that we were going to a place called Delano. After around 20 minutes, we had finally arrived at a clinic in Delano. The place looked very much like an
It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed
It happened when I was young. I was outside at my friend’s house sledding. We were taking a break when I got that phone call from my mom; she was crying. My sister was on her way to the emergency room. I started sprinting through the neighborhood towards my house. My dad was waiting with my brother in the car. My mom went with my sister in the ambulance. I was so scared that I was going to lose my sister. We got to the hospital and we were in the waiting room. It felt like days before we heard about her condition. My sister had pneumonia and mixed with her asthma she was having a hard time breathing. She had a severe attack and couldn’t breathe. If the crew from the ambulance didn’t show up the doctor said she wouldn’t have made it. I know
It all started when I was a little girl, my mom had taught me how to cook and I was making buffalo soup, it smelled like heaven. Right as I was going to be done making the dish I heard my mom yell my name in fear, I went outside only to see a group of people from another tribe running toward the house I was confused, all of the sudden I felt someone grip my sides as it happened I looked at my mom I saw tears forming at her eyes, I finally realized she was yelling for me to hide when I heard her yell my name, I passed out.
As a child I grew up in a home with my two parents and two older sisters. I met most developmental milestones at the appropriate age, and I did not have any major childhood illnesses. One of the earliest memories that I can recall was at age 3 or 4. I don’t recall the exact age and I haven’t asked my mother about the event, but I know it was at least before I was school age. I recall that my mother and grandmother were with me and we were standing on the side of a county road near a small bridge. There were police cars and an ambulance parked nearby with their lights flashing. My mother and grandmother were crying hysterically and this was very upsetting to me because I don’t think I had ever saw them cry like that before. The reason that they were crying was that a close friend of my grandmother had drove off the bridge in their
I had just gotten out of school for winter break at Greensburg Public School in Greensburg, Kentucky. We had a four day weekend to do whatever my family and I wanted to do. The three of us decided that we would take the time off to go visit my sickly grandmother who lived at a nursing home in Louisville about two hours away. So we packed our bags and left for Louisville. It was a cold, rainy mid February day in rural Kentucky. I was riding in the back seat of my parents car. My dad was driving and my mom was reading a book in the passenger seat. We were only about thirty miles out of Louisville, Kentucky when the joy of visiting my sick grandmother was replaced with fear for our own lives. We were totally blindsided when the semi-truck
Up until the age of six my mom and I lived in Mexico alone in a little town called San Rafael. Then one summer day after school, while my friend and I were playing outside, a strange man approached our house with luggage in his hand. He was dressed in jeans and a grey t-shirt, with a week old beard. This act seemed strange to me because other than my grandpa and uncles no other man ever came to our house, and especially not with suitcases in their hands. As the man came closer and closer to where we were playing ice cold fear entered my gut and grew bigger. Suddenly I panicked started to viciously scream in order to get my mom 's attention, who was inside cleaning. At the sound of my stentorian screams the man 's face portrayed a very sad expression which made me sad, and I ended my deafening screams. Just as I finished screaming, my mom came running out of our house but instead of being alarmed at the sight of this strange man, her expression turned from anger, to surprise, and happiness when her eyes met him. Then with a smile and tears streaming down her face she ran to the strange man and embraced him. In return the man dropped his luggage and carried my mom of the
If you really want to know about my traumatic childhood, it all started in a small town outside of Philadelphia. I was around 9-10 years old at the time and we lived about right in the middle of a forest. There was no clear patch of open field to be found. You would think there were many animals around too, for living in the middle of nowhere, but the coolest thing you 'd find was a lost deer now and then. Anyway, the incident took place on a cool night in the middle of July. I was in my crappy two-story house in bed. I remembered the wind to be wild that night and of course the walls of the house were as thin as paper, so it sounded like a tornado was forming outside. I was having trouble falling asleep, so I went to get a glass of milk.
The temperature was in the negatives. Outside was frigid, but I was excited for school because I was going to talk about the Colts game with my friends. The day was normal, and I remember glancing at the clock around one because I was ready for math to be over. It was not long before we were on the bus riding home. I remember getting off the bus to see a police car and three other cars parked in front of my house. My sister and I walked around to the back and let ourselves inside. The door to the rest of our house was shut and the three of us were told to stay in the living room. I remember walking on the back of my couch practicing my balance as I looked at the clock hanging above the wood stove. Two of our close family friends and neighbors were in the room with us, but my parents were not there. I asked what was going on and they told me that my mom had gone with my dad to the hospital. I dismissed the thought because my dad had been to the hospital the week before, and thought, Oh, he is probably there because he is having another one of his headaches or back pain. We waited in the living room for an hour before they drove us down the road to one of my former babysitters, who we called, Grandma Jenny. I remember she had the TV on Final Jeopardy, but I was not interested. Instead, I sat on the floor in front of the couch and played with puzzle pieces. One of my neighbors pulled out his guitar and began to play songs that we liked. Later, my mom arrived, and I remember asking her if Dad was okay. She had just watched her husband of sixteen years kill himself. She looked at me with shock and sadness in her eyes and said, “I don’t know, honey.” Then there was a police officer knocking on the door. Looking downcast, he spoke quietly to my mom. She then came over to us and I heard her say three words, “Dad is dead.” I became overheated and all I saw were tears rolling down into my purple fuzzy sweater. I was wearing my favorite sweater and
One night My mom, her friend Jared, and I were driving up a mountain to go camping and at like 1:30 in the morning and I was halfway asleep in the backseat squished and then are car just starts rolling backwards and I jumped up and asked “ Why are we rolling backwards?” then all of of us started screaming “AHHHHHHHHHH!!” we were going really fast and all of the coolers and a portable grill landed on my head and it was terrifying. Befor I knew it the car was completely on its side in a ditch and we could barely open the door because of gravity and I had to climb out the window. On the way down we took out at least 3 trash cans and like four mailboxes. It took at least four hours for the tow truck to come and in those four hours liken three
There I was 5 years old, sitting in the big tan paisley chair next to my parents bed, eating pretzels like they were running out. And watching mickey on the television. Out of nowhere my parents started verbally fighting. I look over at them in terror because I had never seen them fight about something before. As the conversation went on I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The room filled with loud yelling. I got up out of the chair started walking toward the door on the other side of the room. My dad grabbed the silver lamp and threw it against the footboard of my parents bed. It shattered into a million pieces. My mom had started crying. I could not take all of the pain and sadness in the room. I dashed right out of there room all the way
I was at my babysitter’s, situated on a prodigious cube playing Monkey In The Middle with a few friends who threw the ball from the ground. It was constantly streaming over our heads, when suddenly, the ball clobbered into my face, and before I knew what to do, I had landed on the dirt, my arm in excruciating pain. The only thing I felt like I could do was mewl. It was as if the only thing I even knew at that moment. I was taken back inside and the babysitter left to call my mother, and I was put onto a reclining chair, bawling my eyes out, and my friends surrounding me. Although I cannot remember exactly what they were doing, that isn’t important to my story. What was important is that I was in agony. It was unendurable...
My dad soon got sick he was vomiting blood, one time I walked in and he was eating bloody meat! I didn't know what was going on, I'm here all alone dad soon turned into something I've not ever seen before. We were sitting on the couch and dad was doing his own little thing then I hear something hit the floor, I get up my sister follows and I tell her to stay, I grab the closest thing to me and went to the kitchen, I seen my father lying on the ground, I went over to check on him he wasn't breathing, things got really quiet, the all of a sudden her tried to bite me! I had to hit him with the fire poker I had in my hands….that's a day I will not forget….that's the day everything changed! I ended up boarding the house up. My sister soon got sick and died, I was left alone. I eventually left the house in Maine, now I'm in New York. Things were different when I came here, until the people started getting sick here too. There are not much of us left, people are hard to
On April 28, 2008 at about 4 am, I woke up and saw my parents running down the stairway. I had no clue what was going on. After I stood up, l worried. I went and woke up my three sisters. We rushed to the window to see if something was going on outside. Our parents were rushing to the barn and a neighbor with his sirens came driving up. Our mom came back into the house to tell us, “everythings going to be okay”. We asked her what was going on and she said the barn was on fire. We started crying instantly.
In December of 1996, several months after having surgery, I went to give my dad his Christmas gifts. He had not been answering his phone for some time. Although I had become accustomed to this for some years before my surgery, this time was odd. Previously, my father was involved with someone who had a visible addiction. There were years where I rarely spoke with him for long periods. But this time I wondered why he suddenly became silent again. So I went in person and noticed he answered the door but did not invite me in. He barely cracked the door which was quite unusual. I never experienced this before because I had a key and could have gone inside but decided instead to ring the doorbell. I noticed he was coughing and appeared quite ill and frail.
A long time ago, in a village beside the broad sea, there lived a family owning a pet snake named Orro. Orro’s family loved him very much and gave him goods that a normal snake could only dream of. He was taken care of well. At first, Orro just wanted food and a place to sleep and live. That’s what the family gave him. After, he decided that he wanted more food for he was growing bigger, and that’s what the family gave him. Finally, he decided he wanted a bigger place to himself, and so the family gave him the freedom of roaming the backyard. For Orro, he decided that he could have everything he wanted and grew a little arrogant. The family was okay with it for a while. But one day, Orro requested to extend his living quarters, but the