My Dad - Original Writing

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

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I was sitting lazily on my couch watching tv it was Saturday morning the sun was up and the birds were out. I was bored I had nothing to do I had watched the same show on tv already at least 3 time I was too tired to get up so i watched the show again for a fourth time. That’s when my mom came in and turned off the tv “Spencer you have been watching the tv for 2 hours!” My mom said raising her voice “ why don’t you go outside and play?” “Uhh mom do I have to?” She gave me a sinister stare so i got up put my shoes got on my bike and rode away.

On March 4th, 2005 I sat in Mrs. Musser’s first grade class. I talked with my friend Olivia Thacker, like I did everyday. We talked about boys; how smelly they were and how we would never have boyfriends. We talked about our sisters who were also friends, and we talked about our parents. However, that year we mostly talked about my mother. Around 2:45, my sister, Lauren and I, would walk to the farthest end of the school. That end of the school was filled with the bigger kids and I was always scared to walk on that side. My sister who was in second grade at the time, always walked with me, so I had some protection. Anyways, we walked out the doors to the student car-rider pick up line. My grandmother on my father's side always picked us up

It was the middle of June and I was ecstatic. School was out and I was ready for fun days in the pool, going to camp, and hanging out with friends. In the back of my mind I had something that really kept me from all of the fun I could have been having. I knew that my mom was dying. I knew that if I would have fun, I would feel guilty knowing that she couldn’t experience that with me. One would imagine that I would choose to spend time with my mom knowing that I wouldn’t have her for much longer. Being the selfish little seventh grader that I was, I chose to never be home. Whenever I found an opportunity, I left. I would hug my mom goodbye and leave as quickly as possible. Whenever I didn’t, I huddled in my room under the warm covers of my bed

My mom would be back from work, at 8. Along with my little sister. When was she going to tell me? I couldn’t not say anything to her about it. I was so mad at her. I wanted to blame her for the divorce. It seemed like she initiated every argument these days. I thought if she would just keep her mouth closed they wouldn’t be so hostile towards each other. My dad loves my mom, I could never imagine him filing for divorce against her. I had butterflies in my stomach when I heard the garage opening. My mom casually walked into my room and said “hi sweetie”, I must have sounded upset because her next words were “What’s wrong?”. She was an expert on my emotions, anytime I was mad or sad she could tell. I felt my bottom lip quiver so I couldn’t reply. After I walked out of my room, I went to her dresser and plopped the yellow envelope in my mom's lap. “Why?” I said, my mom looked defeated, “There are some things that you are going to understand one day Naya” her reply enraged me. I couldn’t hold back the tears. She got off the bed and embraced me. My little sister threw a book from my desk at my mom and screamed “Stop making sister cry mommy”. I couldn’t help but laugh at

I slowly and groggily walked down the stairs I saw my mother on the couch drinking her coffee. She seemed to have a thought on her mind, and looked like she was holding back tears. I walked into the kitchen got out a cup and poured the coffee into my cup. I drowned the coffee in ice and milk. I sat down next to my Mom and asked what was wrong. My Mom responded with "Today is the anniversary of your grandfather 's death." She started to cry. I went up and hugged her. She started feeling better and said what was on the agenda today. We had to drive to Chicago to see a geneticist. My sister started trooping down the stairs and let out a big yawn. She moaned, "I 'm hungry, Jacky, Make me Food!" I asked what she wanted to eat and made it. We sat down as a family and ate breakfast. My Mom said it was time to leave, so me and my sister grabbed are 3ds 's and walked outside. The breeze was nice but I couldn 't help but feeling odd. I thought to myself maybe I was just feeling sad because of the

At 5:30 a.m. My alarm clock buzzed. It was Wednesday. I thought to myself, school doesn't start for another two and a half hours. I suddenly remembered it's one of the most exciting days that I will experience. Both my parents were sleeping. I turned off my alarm and got out of my warm bed. Immediately I put on swimming shorts with no shirt, to top it off a flat brim hat sitting backwards on my head. I walked into the hallway making sure not to wake anyone. I creeped down the stairs and walked into my kitchen. I saw a note on top of my wetsuit that read “I washed and dried it, I will call the school and say you have an appointment, have fun and don't get hurt, love mom.”

The second day of school into sixth grade was going fine, I was having a good day. I was excited that I was in middle school. The clock finally hit three I went straight home. I got home, I ate and watched tv shows on Netflix.I was having a laid-back day since I didn't have homework to do.It was around 8:50 p.m. and my mom told me and my sisters to go to bed since it was a school night. I went to my room but didn’t listen to my mom. My younger sister Samantha and I were playing around with my baby sister Gema. We were playing on my bed by the corner.

My mom hollered for all of the kids to come into the living room. Me being ten, my sister eight, and my brother six, all of us wanted to devour, and inhale, the information that she was progressing to announce. First, Mom and Dad settled on the couch, fingers entwined. Finally, my mom spilled the beans that we were going to have another brother or sister. I sprang up and started chanting that I was going to have another sister. My mom informed me that it may also be a boy. I wasn’t too thrilled to hear that, but I was still excited that I was going to be receiving another sister that might let me perform on her hair.

When you stare at the stars for too long your vision will blur, and if you don 't blink the stars will disappear and you will be left with the empty night sky. I can 't count how many nights I spent lying in my driveway staring at the stars. My best friend and I had made a habit of staying out too late laughing and crying until there was no light left. When I remember these times I always remember Abby 's shoes. She and I used to prop our feet up against the bricks of my house and just talk about whatever came to mind. Her red converse next to my bare feet. Although, we fed off each other in a way because whenever one of us was upset or angry the other was sure to follow. We had not been apart much during our lives. When I was 5 she moved

Complete anguish filled my husband 's face as he thrust his shovel into the orange, brown clay. He and his brother scooped the freshly dug earth, flinging it over the plain wooden box that held their brother 's ashes. I wiped my eyes, my heart breaking for not only my husband and his brother, but especially for my father-in-law.

Where was I expected to go now that my father no longer wanted me living in his house? I remember asking myself this question over and over. I had just been dropped off, back in my home town, at my grandparent’s house after a long and excruciatingly quiet car ride. I had sat in the backseat of my father’s SUV, not a single word spoken between us. The entire time all I had to think about was where I would go once we arrive at our destination. I can’t stay with my grandparent’s for the next two years while I’m finishing high school, and there was no way I was going to return to his house if I was just going to be forced to leave again. I unwelcome there, so I knew that I would be living with my mother by the time school started, which was great, except for the fact that nothing is ever permanent with her. Spending time with her on the weekends as a child I remember it always seemed like she was at a different house, living with another friend, or back staying in the spare bedroom at my grandparent’s. It was always unknown to me where I was going to be going when I stayed with her. Half-way through her college career I was born, so her only choice was to quit school and get whatever job she could, in the hopes that one day she would be able to go back and earn her degree. I never realized the importance of attending college, neither one of my parents had attended or finished their higher education, all I heard about it was the debt I would accumulate if I decided to go to a

I woke up from my nap feeling much better and smelling food I was indeed hungry. I got out of the bed and headed to my nana room. I pushed open her bedroom door. My nana was sitting up watching the news. I loved looking at my grandma that way. I was sad because I know in due time the lord will be calling her home soon. I smiled as I entered her room and went laid in the bed next to my grandma with my head in her lap. My grandma began running her soft small old fingers through my hair. My grandma always did that to comfort me and it was her way of saying everything will be okay.

“Please, stop! You cannot take my children away from me!” yells my mother, as my father is trying to take my little sister and brother out of our home in the freezing cold. It is 30 degrees Fahrenheit outside in Texas in December of Christmas Eve night. My mother and father had just got into an altercation and my father was being extremely abusive towards her. I was only five years old; moreover, I remember feeling unbelievably scared. What was suppose to be a fun, loving, evening turned into one of the most terrifying, dramatic, life changing moments for my mother, myself, and three other siblings. My mother threatened to call the cops if my father did not give my siblings back. Fortunately, my father departed and without a doubt my mom told us to pack our things and grab as many clothes as we could. This was not the first time I had watched my mother abused; nevertheless it was finally the last. She was exceedingly distraught, but she recognized that we could not live like this any longer. We ended up staying with my grandparents and what was supposed to be a couple of days turned into six years. My mother decided to raise us four by herself with the help of my grandparents. She worked three jobs to support us along with making, as much time for us on her days off, however I knew she was extremely exhausted. She did her best to put all four of us in sports and summer activities and even made sure to have our doctors and dental visits scheduled regularly. But those medical