Being Cared For And Loved

My mom kept being persistent about me going outside instead of being inside all of the time, so my brother and I went out to ride our bikes. I went out and started to ride my bike up and down the street. That’s when I heard a girl say “Hi” when I passed the house across from mine. It was a girl and her younger sister that looked about my age. And from that day on we always

When I was 7 years old I attended a funeral for my great grandfather. He was 105, and had lived a full life. I wasn’t very close to him but seeing him in the casket was so odd and he looked like an alien. I was a curious child so I stood in front of the casket just observing the body and glancing around at the sadness that this room was filled with. My uncle joined me and asked me if I had said spoken to my great grandfather. I just looked up at him and said “No, he is dead”, since I was pretty certain dead people didn’t talk anymore. Well, he proceeded to tell me that if I asked him a question, my great grandfather would indeed respond. I didn’t ask since I was already scared at this point. My uncle did for me, he asked, “Grandpa, if you

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

Growing up my biological father was not present. Thus he fails to appear in many of my childhood memories. However, if you were to ask any other person, chances are they know their father. If not, they do remember him and have a piece of him in their memory. Yet, this isn’t my case. Therefore growing up I made it a long term goal to meet my father. Yes, I may have meet him during the first few years of my life, as he was present there. However my memory does not trace back up to that point. I also do not have any pictures of him. I have been told that I show much resemblance to him, so I imagine him to have some of my own characteristics and features. His voice is faded but remains in the back of my memory.

It was the first day of summer, about 10 o' clock in the morning and my phone rang. It was a number I didn't recognize but I answered it anyway. "Hello Ms. Mullen are you coming today?"

I was seven years old and it was in the middle of the summer and I almost got run over by a car. The day was going really good just like any other summer day; I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and went outside to play. For breakfast that day we had pancakes that tasted like they were made by angels. Before Chris and I went outside our mom yelled, “Be back by lunch or I’m going to send your dad out there to get you!”

My dad was never able to remarry or settle down with someone new. As much as I would love for my dad to remarry or find someone it appears that he has lost interest to do so. This is what hurts me the most, knowing my dad is alone and will be alone because of whatever reason. When my dad fell ill, I was the only one there by his side, my sister didn’t bother to take care of him or visit him daily in the hospital. My mother did visit him a few times because he still cares for him in a non-romantic way. My dad has been hospitalized several times, and no matter where he is I have managed to go see him almost every single day regardless of what is going on in my life. There was a time period where I had to drive daily to Westwood, and I remember taking my homework, books, laptop to work on my school assignments, while my sister on the other hand was a cold-hearted person and didn’t bother to worry. Moments like this, where I had to see my dad hospitalized over and over again made me wish for my family to still be together as one whole family. Knowing that I was the only one visiting my dad broke my heart into a million pieces because I wished he at least had another partner or more family here in the USA for them to visit him and keep him

Like every summer, me and my four best friends were down by the lake on the family pontoon. I can remember that it was exceptionally hot this day and that we were “melting” so to speak. We were just about to take the boat out when my phone started to ring. Flashing on the screen was my aunts name and number I picked up figuring she just wanted to see what we were up to when on the other end I hear, “Tracy we have to tell her now.” At this point, my heart was pounding. I managed to utter the words “tell me what!” My aunt, with fear in her voice exclaimed, “sissy there has

It was one of the last days of Summer before I would start Pre- K in September. The sun was shining and the rides were running today at Playland. As we were sitting on a bench. eating our funnel cakes and lollipops we see a little girl who looks about my age with dark curly hair with her mother exit the dragon coaster. As soon as we see them my mom pulls me up and with her to the woman and her daughter.

Growing up I dreamed of my first daddy/ daughter dance at school, walking at graduation and seeing my father stand up and yell out “that’s my daughter!”, having my father walk me down the aisle on my wedding day and countless other things. Ever since I was about 6 years old I have had a question on my mind, who could my father be and how can I be sure? The man who I used to call my father, Dan, put that question in my head when one day he said to me, “you have no right to call me dad because I am not on your birth certificate and I never will be because I am not your father.” That day was the day that changed everything for me. I knew I wouldn’t have someone to do those things for or with me. Knowing I wouldn’t have someone there to be proud of me I began to push myself to be a better person and to be successful to make myself proud, but the question never went away.

I was sitting on the couch in the living room of my grandma's house and all of the sudden my brother hollers from the garage, “Dad! Dad!”. I figured he wanted to buy something on his game so I got up to see what he needed. As I walked toward the garage I saw what was going on. I started to yell my dad's name too. He ran out and saw my grandpa laying on the garage floor. He got down on the ground next to him, held his head and screamed to my Mom to call 911.

When I was 7 I was still living in Armenia and I had no siblings. Then couple months later we got this tiny little puppy who changed my life, he made me go from a bored and lonely kid to like the happiest kid in the world. He played with me and made me to be in the mood for everything. He also encouraged me to do better in school and I started getting better grades. Later that year there was this incident where there was a knock on the door

When I was around ten years old I had gotten my appendix taken out. I was in the hospital for about five days, and during that time my family and friends decided to visit me. Not only did they just visit me they also brought me things, which was totally

It was early morning and the Colorado sky was still a greyish blue when my babysitter had arrived early. This was when she got a call from my mom as she asked if she could talk to me, so, she handed over the phone and I heard her voice ring out

It was during the spring of last year. The evening was quiet, and I was trying to concentrate on my chemistry homework, which was becoming incredibly tedious. The sudden ring of the phone broke the calm. Nobody yelled downstairs, so I knew it wasn't for me. However, after a few minutes, my mom came downstairs with a serious, we-need-to-talk look on her face. At first I thought, "Oh great, what did I do now?" Then I realized she had been crying.