I Had Never Felt About The Word As Anything Special

And then, the day I had feared of most, finally arrived. We lost our father, the only figure I truly felt safe with. After months of mourning and painful transformations, our mother fell sick. In those terrible days, days during which I was locked in the basement most of the time, for my safety and even more: for the safety of my family, I was incapable of helping. To this, I regret even today.

“My dau--- My daughter was in this hospital,” I mumbled, “My daughter WHERE IS SHE!” I jumped out of my seat, but my leg gave out and I fell to the ground.

Sometime, after a while, we came to a stop. We were in the railway car for about twenty-four hours. My legs were stiff from standing, but I wasn’t tired anymore. Luckily, I was able to fall asleep while standing. Daddy was right, I was able to rest. Others were not as fortunate as myself. My mother and siblings looked very tired. I looked to my mother, her face was overtaken by exhaustion, and her eyes were still red and puffy. I didn’t know my mother to be emotional, but right now that was all she

I went back inside through the back door of the house where the kitchen is. My mother was already there sitting near the kitchen table organizing bills and payments. I handed her the mail in disappointment. I walked away afterwards with such saddened movement towards the living room so I did not have to see her reaction when she opened the envelope of my mistakes. After sitting in the couch for awhile I realized I wasn’t hearing my name being strictly called, so I had

I stood in the elevator , knees shaking . When my sister Charity blurted out she lost wifi, I lost it. So, without my phone I was scared hot and couldn’t think. When the elevator doors burst open I was the first person the bolt out the elevator. When I looked over the edge, what I saw was beautiful . The Rockefeller skate center glimmered in the moonlight.

Riding the bus home to my grandma’s house. I looked through the papers that Mrs. Garcia had given me. Being cut off from my thoughts by loud and rambunctious crowd of rude children, the bus stopped. “Oh crap, I’m at the bus stop!” I thought. Hurryingly, I shoved all the papers back into my book bag, grabbed my jacket and purse, and bailed off the bus. “Whew, that was too close!” I thought.

We approached the factory, and we were all frightened. We saw soldiers, rallying the workers. The soldiers came to us, and they talked to mom. When mom told them that she was the owner of the factory, they arrested her. The soldiers realized that we were mom’s children, so we were also arrested. I recall how scared I was during the arrest, yet I tried to remain brave. The soldiers did not hesitate; they took us to a train station. Everything happened so fast. One second I was with my family, the other I was on a train headed to an unknown destination. At this point I wasn’t with my family anymore, for they were separated from me at the train station. The train was very claustrophobic, many others were in it. I was merely a child, and everyone else in

There were six people during the drive to Chicago, but only five on the return trip home. The only noises present were the silent sobs echoing from my mom in the driver’s seat of our van. I craved the comfort of my mom, but the only words that I could conjure were “Mom, can we still go to Cracker Barrel?” The only reply I got was another silent sob.

There are many cases where my brothers and sisters seeked for me whenever unfortunate circumstances unfolded. For instance, whenever our mother had leave us to go to work, there was no one to look after us. I had to step in and take care of them myself. I was no older than ten years old. Everyday I had a sickening fear that I would fail to take care of them. I couldn’t let them know or else they would be scared that I wouldn’t be

With smoke coming out from the hood of the car, everyone panicked thinking the car was about to go into flames; like in a movie. The doors were locked, on top of that they weren’t opening. When my brother was about to smash open one of the windows, my mom opened her door and we all ran out. At that moment my whole

I walked over to the kitchen and placed the box on the ice cold counter top. My mind was blank as I crossed the house to my mom's bathroom looking for tissues. Although the tears had stopped, only moments ago, they began to flow once more when I saw my mom’s face. My mom grabbed me and hugged me. I didn’t want her to ever let me go. We just stood there and hugged as I cried wishing for him to come back.

“No my mom’s a doctor she is the one who will bring me to the hospital!” I screamed with anger in my voice. I was scared angry and nervous at the same time.

My dad hoisted the heavy suitcase up on to his shoulder with a pained expression, obviously it was my older sisters, Ella. You never know what she packs. 'Its better to have it, and not need it, then to need it, and not have it.' Is her philosophy. The scream of my little sister, Ava shattered my ear drum "I wanna leave. This always happens, we always leave over two hours late!". I took my place in the back of the car, with a pillow resting up against the window for me to lay on. The defining roar of my dads old Toyota, Prado relaxed the family in the sense of leaving. " Finally! " Ava announced in a sign of relive.

My mother did not make those ten steps back to the kitchen. She heard it. My Papa had fallen in the bathroom. My Mother ran to the bathroom to find my Papa on the floor silent and cold.

Time seemed to pass so slowly in the basement. Each day, often felt like an eternity for the children. And as the months slipped away and became years, it soon became clear that nothing remarkable was going to happen. That was until Anna again heard a disturbance coming from the road below. She climbed up on the chair and put her face to the glass. And to her dismay, she recognized her mother in the group of people that were being hauled out of hiding spots and marched off. Anna felt her stomach tie-up in a knot and all at once she screamed out. Afraid she muffled her cries with both of her hands and whispered, "Oh my God! Mama must have been trying to come and visit us. Where are we taking her? Where are we taking our mother?"