Autonography Of Kylie's Autobiography

In 1997, my brother was four years old and my parents started to notice he was not physically capable of doing what other kids his age could do, so they decided to ask a doctor what could be wrong. Many blood tests and muscle biopsies later, my parents were told that my brother has mild autism and Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy means that his muscles will progressively degenerate and weaken over time. This news made my parents upset for a long time. Halloween of 1997, my mom found out she was going to have me

Beyoncé Giselle Knowles was born on September 4, 1981, in Houston, Texas, the beautiful daughter of Mathew Knowles, a record manager, and Tina Knowles, a costume designer and hair stylist. Her father is African American and her mother, a Louisiana Creole, has African, French, Native American, and Irish ancestry. Beyoncé has a younger sister Solange Knowles who is also a singer, songwriter, and actress.  Beyonce was schooled at St. Mary's Elementary School in Texas, where she enrolled in dance classes, including ballet and jazz. Beyoncé’s dance instructor first discovered her singing talent. Beyoncé’s interest in music and performing began after participating in a school talent show, which she won by singing John

Just three days before I was to go to third grade my family went to the hostpital.Today was the day my mom was going in labor!When we got there I was told to stay in the waiting room with my granny (she was visiting again).She went and bought some snacks from the snack machine while I sat down and read a book I brought.After what seemed like hours my dad came and brought us to my mom’s hospital room.On the way I saw doors that said something like”It’s a Boy!” or “It’s a Girl!”. I also smelled the smell of paint since there was some reconstruction nearby.When we arrived at my mom’s room there was a picture of a pink flower,a pink picture of an elephant on one table,pink streamers hanging from the ceiling,and balloons held by a pink balloon weight.My mom was holding the cutest thing I ever saw,my sister.After everyone giving presents to my mom and holding my sister It was my turn to hold her.She was so cute,her tiny little body was all red,her eyes were barely open,and she had this one strand of hair.The cutest thing was when her tiny little hand wrapped itself around my

My dad was playing football for AFL (Arena Football League). A couple years after he went to the NFL, he got injured and was released. During my dad’s career they had my older sister in Arizona of 2000. My mom was in labor with my sister for 4 days. A year or two after my sister is born, My dad retires from football. In 2003 my mom gives birth to me in California 4 days before Halloween. I was born with a disease and my sister was born with a dislocated shoulder. I was born with

I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She

On a Sunday morning of March 15 1998, we woke up super early to the phone ringing on the other side was my dad. My grandmother answered the phone her face paled as she heard the words “mom I shot myself.” After talking to him for a bit my grandmother rushed out of her room to get my uncle up and they rushed to the house to see him up walking around with a hole in his stomach. Ambulance came to get him then rushed him to meet life force. He flat lined once on the helicopter. They were able to bring him back and stabilized him, and kept him stabled till they got to the hospital. They rushed him immediately into the OR, it was around 15 to 20 minutes into surgery that he had passed away, they were unable to bring him back due to the major loss of blood. My mom soon remarried and I gained two annoying step brothers and a step dad. One step brother didn’t bother me to bad, the other one poked and picked on me trying to pick fights. My step dad had episodes where he was violent and threw things at me and my mom. I withdrew more and more until a few of my friends literally grabbed me by my arm and told me to wake up that they were not going to let me push them away

On August 27, 2005 it was my dad’s birthday and all he wanted for his birthday was to leave for hurricane Katrina but my mother was persistent on staying for the hurricane because she had a nursing service and she couldn’t leave her patient and she thought the hurricane wasn’t going to be so devastating but of course she was wrong. My dad was always paranoid about natural disaster show he watch the news all day. About midnight my dad had awakens my mom and gave her ultimatum we either ride it out or we go that Sunday morning. Of course my mother was sassy and told him off for waking her up in the middle of the night but she came to her senses and decided to leave. Flash-forward eight hours and I am waking up from my sleep. As soon as I awaken

Church was boring and all the kids just wanted to go. My Mom, Blish, was nine at the time and filled with energy. All she wanted to do was go play in the perfect Atchison Spring weather. She was with her friend Sarah at church, and Sarah also wanted to play outside.

It all started when one morning, when there was something under the carpet. I was the one who fixed the problem, but instead of a pat on the back, the ending turned out otherwise. Me and my seven siblings were all asleep. My mom and dad were downstairs running around, jumping from couch, to couch, this was not just any old night. I was then woke up, by a loud ear piercing screech, from the living room.

We looked at each other, stood up, and headed down the big hallway and around the corner to find my mom gasping at the fact that her water had broken. This was a surprise seeing as she was not due to give birth to my little sister for another two weeks. Once again, we were out the door and in the car. My grandmother did not put me in my car seat right and I remember struggling to free my arms the entire ride. My mom sat in the front seat yelling and muttering words under her breath. I was afraid because my mom was in such a strange state but I soon realized that she was yelling more at my grandmother than at her painful stomach. Every time we approached traffic, she gasped and turned behind her with her hand on my car seat, as to secure me from some ejecting force. It was not until years later that I was told all of the stories about what a terrible driver my grandmother was and how many cars she destroyed in various "incidents," as my grandfather calls them. We reached the hospital in plenty of time, but with one problem remaining, my grandfather and dad remained uninformed and unreachable as the resided among thousands of intoxicated football fans. They arrived in just enough time to see my mom before she had my sister, but not without strategic methods to get a hold of them. They first had to be paged over the intercom and when that seized to succeed, event staff members were sent to find them standing

Growing up was rough without a father in my life. As well, my mother was either at school or working half the time. I would be stuck with my grandparents, and I was the first grandson in both sides of my families so they never knew how to manage but buy me toys which I never really used. In some ways they spoiled me rotten. Right until my little sister Olivia and my cousin Roger were born. Then, I wasn’t getting spoiled anymore and was forgotten. However, this brings me to a time when I just reached third grade I was 8 years and my grandmother Sandra Simmons my mom’s mother. Decided it was time for me to give up my toys and become a big boy. So, I began to throw a tantrum and ask what the reason was. Well little, did I know my grandmother did a lot of missionaries to El Salvador way

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We all hopped in the car and my little brother had forgotten his toy and blanket so my mother ran back into the house to get them for him. On the way back down the stairs to the front door my mother was stopped by my father. He struck her once on the left side of the face, she dropped to the ground. My seat was the closest to the front door and I witnessed everything, she scrambles to her feet and manages to get out of the door. My father screams out the door "where the fuck do you think you're going?" my mother mumbles something to the likes of "the kids are hungry." He slams the door and I can hear his angry footsteps up the stairs of our house. I can't remember much about the trip that night, we weren't going to Mcdonalds me and my older sister discovered this pretty quickly. We fell asleep and I woke up to my grandpa that I had only met a few times and an uncle that I had never seen before, we had made our way to Arizona our new home.

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping