Essay

“I got up and pretended to study the pictures on the walls like I was a lover of religious art. When I got to the Merciful Mother right above Sinita’s head, I reached in my pocket and pulled out the bottom I’d found on the train. It was sparkly like a diamond and had a little hole in back so you could thread a ribbon through it and wear it like a romantic lady’s choker necklace. It wasn’t something I’d do, but I could see the button would make a good trade with someone inclined in that direction.

One day waking up thinking this was a normal day at my birth home, Jamaica, I walked to my grandparents’ house, stayed there for a couple of hours, then I saw this pretty, shiny, new Nissan Altima pulled up, and stopped. Moments later a tall dark-skinned guy stepped out the vehicle, fixed his hat, and walked to the door. When the doors open he burst into tears and said to me, “Hey son”, at first my siblings and I was in shock because we have not seen our father since 2004, I did not know what he looked like until I saw pictures of me and him together. Later that night we party and have fun together. The next morning, he drove in and we took pictures, then, we went to dunns-river falls, also we went and eat.

That day it went by to fast my brother and I tried spending as much time as I could with my dad. That night I went to bed sad I didn’t know if i would wake up in time to say goodbye to him. That morning I woke up and ran to see if my dad was still here. I ran into the kitchen first where I saw him eating ready to leave. He said that they were going to pick him up in ten minutes. Next thing you know we here a knock on the door. I went to answer the door it was some men in uniforms they were there to pick my dad up. My dad said goodbye to us I started to cry when he was leaving and so did my brothers and mom.

“I hope you are a better listener when I explain what job I have for you.” He added. “It’s clear you are better than the rest of us, rich boy and all that. But, in here your life is in my hands. If I say the word, you’re dead. If I don’t say anything, you will sign your own death warrant sooner than later.”

It was a small wood building kind of like a barn. And we walked in and my mother asked for Mr. Fredrickson and the nurse said “Right this way.” We followed her to the room door I was shaking and nervous my mom was too. I put my hand on the cold steel door knob; I turned it and slowly and opened it gently. There was my dad lying on the bed, we looked at each other and I yelled “Papa!” I was so glad to see him just like he was glad to see us. After my mother, father, and I caught up on things and talked for a while the doctor slowly opened the door and said “You are able to leave, all you need is this.” She said after pulling a wheelchair from behind herself. We all gave each other hugs. I was so happy that my father could come

"Why'd you do it? You know just as well as we do! No you sit in here, all smug, thinking no one knows? Well, you have another thing coming!"

The Constitution declares that “no Title of Nobility shall be granted by the United States” and does not offer any ideas or suggestions for what to call the new chief executive that was created. Americans—especially anti-federalists who were in opposition to the Constitution—worried a great deal about freedom’s fate under a president who possessed the powers of a monarch and who would live in a kind of court whose language and manners would separate it from the rest of the community. But, as Bartoloni-Tuazon states in her prehistory of the controversy, “Americans were already quite used to status differentiations because titles distinguishing military rank, occupational status, and political office had long been “en- trenched in the

“So now that you let the verbal cat out of the bag, or I should say Selkie or seal out of the bag. Incidentally, why would you be privy to this secret information?”

"I know there are things you aren’t telling me. Big things…Sir, I will find out. I only hope your reasoning is good enough for me to forgive you.”

Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was

“It’s been decided that you should all go home and go into hiding with your

During this very pleasant evening, we had to walk down to the restaurant. It looked about 4 blocks away. After we were done walking, the air conditioning soothed our bodies as we entered the restaurant in relief of the warmth the air had given us. Then as we sat down, I noticed that an old man in a suit was sitting next to me as he sat down in his fancy black suit, looking as optimistic as ever. He had hazel eyes, and perfect, smooth, white hair. His name was Chip, and he worked for the company, in the Financial Supervisor division, where he would make sure that the company did not waste its whole budget and keep the business intact. My dad however, was a Technical

My memory of what happened next is a little precarious, but I know I ended up in the living room hugging my knees to my chest. I believe I was watching a repeat of Zoey 101 on nickelodeon, when my dad came out of the room to talk to me again. Words just kept flowing from his mouth, but for some reason I blocked

I was walking down the hallway of the prison and saw my dad laying down. As I got closer the memories were getting to me, playing soccer with my mom and dad, and having the best birthday of my life. Trying to not break a tear I finally said, “Hi father.”

My mother was already awake when I walked out to the living room. She had a smile on her face. I did not even need to ask if Brian had arrived; her smile was the only explanation needed. Mom told me to get dressed, for Brian and my father were on the road and that we were to meet them at the university. We were riding in my uncle 's car along with my aunty. We departed from the house that morning to the university down the road. The trip wasn 't long at all, it took just five minutes, but it felt like an eternity. As we were pulling into the university I saw an olive colored Jeep Cherokee and told my uncle to stop because that was the car Brian was in. I couldn 't possibly know what car he was in, but Uncle stopped and parked anyways. As we exited our vehicle, the door of the Jeep swung open. A chubby fair skinned boy stepped out of the Jeep. "Clive", he yelled. "Brian!", I yelled back. He ran towards me and hugged me. My mother joined in on the hug too. It was a very emotional moment. After the shock had settled in I noticed that my father was also there. Although I was too young to remember his face I recognized him and gave him a hug. The whole thing felt great and I thought we were Just going to go back home together. Boy was I wrong.