My Brother And I Left Crescent

My mother worked day and night so I had to care for my sister and cousins. On some occasions I had to help my mom clean houses to earn money. At the age of thirteen up until I was sixteen I was cleaning houses for the people we longed to be. I got a glimpse of a life I have never known. For the most part my mom’s boss was nice, but her family was ignorant at times. They would ask me where I have traveled and if I’ve been to all these kinds of expensive places. When I answered no they asked why not. I guess they didn’t comprehend the fact that my mom and I were cleaning their dishes and making their beds for less than the minimum wage to be able to barely afford the rent of the small room we all

When my parents got a divorce, I shut myself in a shell that I would not leave. I would not smile, I could not sleep well, and I would cry all the time. Through all of it my grandma was just there giving me hugs and kisses and taking care of me after school. She would make me hot chocolate to try to get me to smile and let me sit in her bed in her arms and let me watch as much t.v as long as I wanted and she would just stay there as long as I needed. One day after school at my grandma’s pale blue and pretty neat house. My grandma has always been very good at telling when people are upset and I knew that she knew. Once I was done with my homework my grandma came up to me and she asked me,’’ Sweetheart do you want to talk?’’

It all started on a warm sunny day, my dad had just arrived from Michigan. He came into the house gave my siblings, my mother and me a hug and told us the big news. “We are moving to Michigan” he said. He said it so calmly as if expecting my siblings, my mother and myself to react in a good way. Immediately I started to panic, I didn’t want to leave the place I grew up in. I was only eleven years old, I didn’t know how the people in Michigan would be. Finally I spoke “ I don’t want to move dad, I love it here!” which he responded with “I’m sorry but we are going to move because we can’t afford to live here anymore” He said this so emotionless as if not knowing how this could affect me. I hardly got any sleep that night for the fact that my parents were arguing for what felt like all night, but in reality was just an hour.

As a kid I only got to see my dad on the weekends and those were the best days I had, I never understood why I couldn't live with my father full time because my mom never lived a stable life. My mother wasn’t as bad as it seems, she always made sure we had food and somewhere to stay even if it wasn't the greatest, even living with my mom my dad still paid for almost everything I had. When I was about 8 years old I lived in Mccomb and it was my dads weekend and I was so excited to get off of school and go see him, When I got home I was shocked to find everything packed up and my mom told me to get in the car, I was so upset to find out that me, my two brother, and her and her boyfriend were off to Florida. The whole trip to Florida I balled my eyes out and all I remember was that I kept saying that I wanted to live with my dad and that I hated my mom, I wondered how she could just up and leave without telling my

Growing up I was always around my four sisters just about 24/7, and they would drive me up the wall. It didn’t really help with our living situation that for seven or eight years we lived in this tiny two-bedroom house out in the middle of some kind of farmer’s field. I'm not quite sure how we managed to stay in that house without killing each other. We constantly fought and I’m not really sure why looking back we probably fought because we had nothing better to do than pick fights with one & other, or that house was killing us. During a storm a tree branch fell on the roof, which surprisingly didn’t go through the whole roof. That house leaked water horribly when it was raining one night, it just didn’t stop raining for hours, and our kitchen had standing water in it. We

It was a peaceful day in a crummy condo. My brother and I were sitting in his room. I had AP Social Studies homework and he had 7th grade English. He was in the middle of asking me a question when a gust of wind came through the closed window. I kind of, how do I put this, a noise. A very dim, subtle noise. A ZING, SWOOSH, SHUUWAH noise. And out popped two people. A man and a woman. They looked at us in a passive, easygoing way, and the women said to us in a soft, calm voice, “We are your parents. And want to take you home”.

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

My sister and I were never close growing up. My sophomore year of high school we had changed our relationship, because both of us were maturing and growing up. I remember we loved to play UNO and on the night of January 15, 2013, we were doing just that, playing UNO. Dad was starting a new project at work soon so we were supposed to go to Lowe’s to get a tape measure and to McDonalds to get dinner, but my cousin called and said he needed money so dad sent her with his cash to give it to him. My mom’s biggest fear was something happening to me and someone questioning “well, where was your mother?” because she was and is an excellent mother. So we all left off: my mom to tend to my cousin, and dad, my sister, and I

I was left to my grandparents by my parents since I was four, and they moved to another country in order to find jobs with higher salary. I remember the day they stepped onto the airplane with their figures disappeared gradually, my grandpa was standing beside me, with a Chinese lullaby slipping out of his mouth: “The doll of clay, The doll of clay, she has got neither loving papa, nor loving mama...” Then all I can remember is that I cried so harshly that my grandparents got frightened.

Because the cost of living in New York was so high, any money my mother made at her jobs was mainly put towards the rent and bills so we would have a roof over our heads. So, of course, it was impossible for my mother to buy us clothes whenever we needed any. I’ll never forget how my siblings and I had to wear our clothes two days in a row, and oh don’t let me forget the hand me downs. I was the oldest of three of us, my brother was the middle child, and my sister was the baby. Whenever I grew out of my clothes, my sister would get them. The truth of the matter is we all received hand me downs from friends and family who also had children, either older than us or equal to our ages. My mother hits her lowest point in her entire life when she was forced to use us to steal clothes. One winter everything changed for my mother, she had hit the lowest point of her life. It was a cold day, so naturally, my mother made sure we had our biggest and warmest coats on. She had decided to take us on a trip to the mall in Manhattan. I remember being so tired from all the walking we did, but none the less before heading home, my mom took us to the kids clothing section at Macy’s. While she looked and admired all the beautiful clothes my mother

My mother and I did not have the best, mother daughter connection. We did not communicate as one would imagine. She did her things and I did mine, but one night something just wasn't right. As every normal day I would get up get ready for school come back home make food for my siblings do my homework and go to bed. That night it was all going so well until I got home, I was not feeling well, I felt anger within me and I didn't know why but my mother started screaming about some shoes on the floor some dishes and she just kept going and going I couldn't take it anymore, we started arguing so loud my siblings went to their rooms to hide I was so mad my teeth started chattering slowly and rapidly, a waterfall of sadness ran through my cheeks.

When I was in the third grade I had a friend named Taylor; we were like sisters. We did everything together. Our mothers kept us together. But one day she told me they were moving. I didn’t believe her because she was always joking around. When I asked her mother about it, she told me that it was true. Me being a kid, I asked her if I could come with them. She laughed and said, ¨I don’t think your mother would let you leave.¨ She told me that they were moving to New York. I knew it was far, but I did not know how far exactly. So I said okay and went back to play. Taylor told me that she was going to be coming down every summer to be with her grandparents. So I wasn’t as sad. I went home and told my mom that I had lost my sister. She just looked at me. She had already talked to Taylor’s mom and agreed that I could go to New York for winter break. That made me happy. I went to school a few weeks later thinking I was going to see my sister, but I didn’t. She was getting ready to leave. My mother took me over

The funeral came and I realized what a highly respected and charitable figure my grand father was in the community. For the first time in my life I saw my father breakdown into tears; I felt strange I could not bring myself to shed any tears instead I put my head down to pay my respects.After the funeral,I felt confused why my anger would not let me for me grandfather. I went to sleep in a cold sweat only to be awoken by the sounds of the rest of my family packing their bags to catch their flight, a flight I was unaware i would not be taking.The confusion quickly turned to rage.

After years of being tossed around, being introduced to people I didn’t know, staying the night in houses I’d never been in, and constantly watching my dad getting into intense arguments with other people, I grew to hate staying with my dad. After he started dating my stepmother, I was around two other kids of hers to play with and a shared apartment to visit. Most of the family cats were taken away which also made me cry. I’m starting to realize why I can’t remember most of my childhood. I repress everything I’m embarrassed or ashamed of until I forget about it. Well, that got sad. Back to some happier memories! Most of these more upsetting memories occurred when I lived with my grandmother. When I was about seven, I moved to the town part of Wauseon, the house I live in now. Being in an apartment was very new to me after living in the country for most of my life. The neighbors upstairs were always changing. There would be a month of complete silence until we managed to catch them outside while taking out the trash. For a couple of my younger years, I suspected that the second apartment was haunted when I saw a silhouette in the window, when I was sure the old neighbors had moved out. After taking time to

My dad soon got sick he was vomiting blood, one time I walked in and he was eating bloody meat! I didn't know what was going on, I'm here all alone dad soon turned into something I've not ever seen before. We were sitting on the couch and dad was doing his own little thing then I hear something hit the floor, I get up my sister follows and I tell her to stay, I grab the closest thing to me and went to the kitchen, I seen my father lying on the ground, I went over to check on him he wasn't breathing, things got really quiet, the all of a sudden her tried to bite me! I had to hit him with the fire poker I had in my hands….that's a day I will not forget….that's the day everything changed! I ended up boarding the house up. My sister soon got sick and died, I was left alone. I eventually left the house in Maine, now I'm in New York. Things were different when I came here, until the people started getting sick here too. There are not much of us left, people are hard to