My Experience On My Life

My mom smiles more. “You’re not even my daughter. You’re just an orphan. An orphan that my husband adopted. The only reason I didn’t kill you before is because he loved you. Well, he’s dead now. So I guess there’s no more need for you to be here. Isn’t that right, dearie?”

“I’m saying I’m sorry that I can’t be what you need.” Her mouth opens to reply. I cover her mouth with a finger, forbidding her to interrupt. “I don’t think I have it in me. I’m not built that way,” I tell her.

“I want you to look at her and tell her you no longer want to be a part of our lives because she’s not worth living for.”

“You loved him! Didn’t you?” I can hear in his voice he is holding back tears.

"Thank you for marrying my son. I worried he might not find the one for him... but then he finally sa you were right there the entire time," Delia says squeezing her tightly.

“I know I don’t look like it, but I’m extremely happy. It’s just I can’t believe she decided to stay with me after all the pain and suffering I’ve caused her. I am truly a lucky man.” Something had truly changed in him after what had happened yesterday.

That day, unlike most, I felt empowered, despite how I knew the memories would make me wake in a cold sweat later. “I keep remembering the times where he’d threaten me or threaten to kill himself. A part of me still wishes he had.”

“We were a happy family; all very close. I had a great childhood and I remember my parents were so in love.”

“That’s fair.” Ina took a tiny sip if tea. “My marriage to your father was never a happy one, not even from the start. But when you were born, years after we’d wed, I was thrilled. I had a little girl.”

“Will you be with me when our baby is born? I know it’s hard for you as well

“That’s very touching. I’m not used to men being so open about their feelings. My father and brother aren’t, that’s for

“I was barely home because of my work. So I often call her, she said that the kids are happy and doing well, but I would never thought this would happen.” Mr Foo said unable to control his emotions.

“And five years later, they gave me that blessing,” Gale finishes, gray eyes finally meeting hers again. “My family and I wouldn’t have survived if your Dad had kept the power on. I can’t just toss away his blessings.”

"That was only because you didn 't have a supportive family. The Unnamed God knows how I would 've turned out if I had a pompous, bothersome, overly religious sister like your 's and a father who--"

My life peaked when I was around seven years old. My two best friends were in my class, I read at a third-grade level, I spent my time investigating my backyard while watching my mother garden and climbing trees with my brother. I had it all. Come age eight I was hindered by prescription glasses, forced to wear pigtails because the Great Lice Outbreak of ‘08 and to top that nice pile off, none of my friends were in my class. I can only imagine what I seemed like to others. During that time period one thing stayed constant-- my curiosity for the things around me, exploring my garden. I would dig up different rocks and neatly arrange them in a line, always wondering where they came from. My curiosity heightened when I went to California and actually experienced an earthquake, a small one albeit, but an earthquake nonetheless. Now, things have gotten better since second grade, but I’ve never quite achieved the same level of satisfaction in my life as my seven-year old self. I have, however, been able to research and attempt to understand with the way the subterranean world works.