I Am A Monster Fighting Family

Why did my father die?” She held my hand. “Sometimes we think we should be able to know everything. But we can’t. We have to allow ourselves to see what there is to see, and we have to imagine.”

The thing that stuck out to me the most was my dad yelling, “Go down,

My dad then said, “ It was 8pm, an anesthesiologist came in the room and gave your mom some Anastasia, at 8:20 the doctors began with the process, you were born at 8:50 pm. Your mom and I weren't able to see your face, the doctor rushed you to an incubator, I followed the doctor and saw that you were placed in an incubator. The doctor came out and told me that you were premature. I asked how your mom was doing, they said she was okay and that I needed to accompany her.”

“After supper, I’ll bring her a free birthday cake with unique candles. How does that sound?”

“Sweetheart I have really really horrible news……..” my dad slowly spoke, “You have lung cancer from your mother's smoking habit.”

I wish I could run faster. I wish so many obstacles weren't in my way. I wish I knew why so many people wanted me dead. I wish I could...remember.

The day before I was to leave home, with most of my belongings half packed, the phone rang. But where was the phone? Probably under some clothes or box. I dashed across the room to find it before it stopped ringing, knocking over several open boxes and sending clothes everywhere. I grabbed the phone it was my son David, who could talk for hours if I let him.

“There's no such thing,” he told me. “They're nonsense and you know better. Sleep. Now.” He also warned that if I wanted something to really be scared about that I should be scared that he would come back with his belt if I woke mom and him up again that night. And that settled the monster question for him. What it didn't answer was why my dad had spoken so very seriously to a bunch of people about monsters being real that very morning and then had just then told me that they

“As you may know,” I announced, “Goldie doesn't have to eat the candy with chocolate in it if she doesn't want to. She

“Well, I have a package for all of us!” said Jo, trying to get Ann’s attention.

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

I remember, after all these stories, my Dad looked back at me as drool dripped down his chin. My dad had been particularly adept, as some fathers tend to be, at hiding his pain. This time, my dad hid nothing. His face was expressionless save for his watery blue eyes. They said all you needed to know. He hated the drool. He hated that his son saw him like this. He hated that his body had failed him while his mind was still sharp. He even hated he was bald.

Audra chuckled. “Your enthusiasm touches us. Although Maxen and I will wed privately, we shall have a feast for all when we

I grew up in a household slightly different from the average household. This abnormal household showed me that no matter the family unit someone can have a positive influence in their life that will push them to achieve their goals. We lived in Maryland so the cost of living was high my parents had to work multiple jobs. This means my brother and I really had little to none parental or supervision growing up. I am only four years younger than my brother so I would hang with his crowd of friends rather than mine. In my household, my mother’s niece, Monet lived with us she is about ten years older than my brother. When my brother and I would wake up and I would be the only person in the house. I can remember waking up and smelling the freshly cooked waffles and bacon downstairs. Monet was my mother’s brother, daughter. Monet became so close to my brother Avery and I she was almost as if she was our sister. I can remember growing up and she would always say, “You don't have to take the route I took, its many more exits on the highway.” Even though I was young I was not blind to the fact of Monet role in the community and her neighborhood job I never judged her, she did what she had to do to make ends meet. It was an experience every day, or anytime being with Monet. She was so popular around Maryland it was almost like everywhere we went we received respect love. Now that I look back at the past, I see that Monet has taught me a lot that I know and live by today. I could

Both my parents burst through the doors, looking slightly concerned. “Mehak, why are you screaming?” My mom questioned. My eyes started to get watery, thinking of all the terrible possibilities, and I got a feeling in my gut that something was wrong. “Grandpa... H-he...w-were t-talking a-and h-he started c-coughing a-and the l-line w-went d-dead.” I stuttered, not knowing what to think. My dad flew out of the room, probably to contact my grandma about what was going on.