My Daughter Monologue

I stepped off the bus and to my surprise, my mom was not there. I looked around and spotted my brother Paul waiting for me. He told me my mother was in the hospital with my oldest brother, Jason, who had just been in a car accident which left him with a broken neck, shoulder and forearm. The experience of his recovery inspired me to look at life differently. I believe everything happens for a reason, I spend more time with my family and I look up to my brother.

I can still remember the day I was diagnosed with cancer. I was in sitting on the hospital bed like every normal checkup. My mother was speaking with the specialist about my results. I was looking at their facial expression to see any hint of urgeness, then I looked away to see out the window. When I turned back my mother was crying. I was shocked,

Today, Mother has starved me again; I haven’t eaten food in four days. I did my chores and everything she asked from me. I have no source of food, I would usually get the leftovers, but last week Mother found out and I was punished for it, I’m used to it at this point. I got beaten up today too, for no reason I didn’t even talk or move. I wonder why Mother hates me that much, I’m the only child treated like that , sometimes I feel like I am a slave and that I am not part of the family , while Russell, Ronald, and Stan are treated like kings compared to me, sometimes I blame them but then again it is not their fault

I went to my living room to ask my mom a question, to see she wasn’t there. I asked my brother “where’s mom?” and he replied with “shes at the hospital, grandpa got burnt.” I would never have expected “grandpa got burnt” to be as severe as it was. I remember my mom coming home around two in the morning. I got up and out of bed to ask some questions. She said “I don’t wanna talk about it right now. Pack some stuff up, we’re going to Waterloo tomorrow.” So I listened and packed up a bag.

When my dad came home that evening he sat me down and asked me if I knew what cancer was. I had an idea so I just nodded my head, he went on to tried to explain to me how bad the cancer was that my mom had been diagnosed with. Seeing my dad so afraid scared me. The fear I felt then led me to realize that I needed to try and hide it because it would only hurt my dad more to see his children so upset. I did my best to help, I tucked my little sisters into bed while my mom was away at the hospital, read them stories and did the best I could at preparing snacks to comfort them. After my mom arrived home and she recovered from the surgery she started chemotherapy. The miserable treatment that attacks the cancer also makes her very ill. Every other week she was sick. Before every bad week I wanted to cry, but that wouldn’t help anyone. Lane and Kenna already were crying, if I cried it could only hurt my parents

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious

One month later my mom and I are standing in the living room playing with my little brother James when someone knocks on our door. My mom hustles to the door to see who it was. The person standing at the door introduced himself to us and said his name is Ted. Mother asked him why he was here and he said, “I’m sorry to tell you this but we got a report that your husband and son died at war.” At that moment all my hope was lost, and it felt like my life was over and it hasn’t even begun. My mom fell to her knees and started bawling her eyes out. I rushed down there to comfort her, and we just sat there for a little bit in the agony of knowing that part of our lives is gone and we have no choice about it.

Intro this monologue takes place in a small town in Texas its about a family of three the father mother and daughter. The father lost his job and became an abusive alcoholic and the daughter had enough listen to it, then the next morin she is in the sheriff’s office and her mother in the hospital with the father in the morgue. (The daughter has heavy accent and I tried to put that into my words, so some words will not be spelled correctly.)

(There are a boy and an old man in a living room, sitting on a sofa facing a television.) Boy Do you have some chips?

After a while of sitting in my grandparents living room mindlessly playing with my toys I decided to get up. I walked towards the commotion going on in the small hallway connecting the living room to the kitchen. The gathering of people consisted of my mom, dad, grandpa, and grandma. Curious about what was going on I walked over to the group. I reached my mom and looked up to see that her eyes were bloodshot, as if she had been crying. I looked over to my dad and his face, like everyone else's, was grim. During this time I kept hearing one repeating word, cancer. I started to listen more closely to the conversation going on around me because even at the age of seven I knew that cancer was bad news. I listened intently and heard my mom explain how she had colon cancer.

When I turned 11-years-old my whole childhood began to change my life went from being perfect to everything but perfect. One day I came home to hear the news my father, my best friend; my hero was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer. Not knowing the struggle my family was about to take on I just began to cry. I had a million things running through my head what’s going to happen? Will everything be okay? Why him? What is going to happen? With all these things rushing through my head all I could do was cry not knowing this was least worse to come.

- Tom, I want to tell you a story, - said Phil, slightly nervously. It hurt him to remember the past. - Twenty-five years ago I lived in a completely different city, where my son was born. His name was Tom, like you. When he was sixteen, he was smitten with a girl, and all at them were good, until she met another and not abandoned my son. At first he worried, but after a couple of months he's good over there, and it all got

Today is the first day of my new high school. This is my second school in the past one to two years. I know you're probably wondering the cause of me changing schools, well I'm going to tell you. Last year all at my school, there was a ton of drama between my group of friends and another group of girls. Much of what happened was unnecessary and could've been prevented. However, when it comes to certain things, I guess girls let their pride get the best of them.

This is just for you and me to know and read Anna, I don't want you to show it to anyone else... Now that we have that out of the way I just want to say well I don't really know what to say honestly I mean I don't want you to think I regret the time we had together cause I did enjoy it for the time it lasted but there were things I really didn't like as well like the constant fighting and I know it's not just your fault it is mine as well like on our anniversary when we got in that fight I was ent really thinking clearly but a few moments after I definitely was.. I don't really mean to make us argue but if I don't find anything to argue about then you do and it's always right when I get close enough to you again to start getting attached then it's like something in you just changes like the day at that band thing after school when your parents were there you just completely ignored me like I was nothing to you and that's about how it feels now.. but I mean when you did it then it kinda stuck out exactly what you wanted with me or at least what it felt like I mean truthfully I know I'm

“Academy for the Adolescence, founded in 1774.” I read out loud to my parents. My family and I are standing in rounded cement pathway around a statue with what I assume is the headmistress. I gaze up at the statue, I look at all of her face facial and take in the sense of what it would be like to actually be her presence. After awhile of me standing there in awe, daydreaming, my parent 's guide me into the big brick house. There is a deck, wood, very old, it creaks when I walk on it. There are two giant door, side by side, that are propped open by two women who are greeting each family by name. It’s our family turn to walk through the door. “Welcome back Mrs. Emerson!”, the two ladies say in sync with one another. We walk onto newly