My Family

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

That morning me and my sister go for a walk down one of our old childhood streets. We end up at a coffee shop and I sat down at a table while my sister ordered. While my sister was inside, a beautiful young woman sat down at my table and asked me how I was. The conversation carried on and my sister came out with the coffee. When my sister and I were done with our coffee I told the young lady that she was really pleasant and to have a good day. That night I was thinking if I would ever try to get married or even have any kids. I don’t think I would want to get into any relationship because I knew that the war could have done may things to trouble me and my state of thinking. The next day I went back to the coffee shop and I sat down at the same table. The next thing I know, I see the same girl from yesterday and she sits down at the table with me. At first I couldn’t tell if this was real and it just took me a few seconds to realize it was. I told her I never got her name. The young lady told me her name was Julia. I asked her if she came everyday and she replied saying that its how she starts her day. At this moment I was thinking to myself do I even bother asking her on a date; what would my mother want me to do? I asked Julia if she would like to meet up at The Cabaret tonight and of course, she accepts. Later on after dinner that night I arrived back home and my sister was

It was September 28, 2009, and I was on my way to Ocoee Middle School. My cousin, who I was close with at the time, gets on the bus and asks me “ So you found out what happen?” I looked at her all confused and said to her “ What are you talking about?” She had said to me that, my grandfather had passed the day before. My cousin looked at me like expecting me to cry, but in that moment all I could say to myself was I didn’t get to say goodbye. My cousin in that moment started to regret telling me, but I had reassured her that I was happy that she had told me. I got to school and went throughout my first three periods feeling nothing but emptiness and as if a part of me was gone. As I walked into my fourth period class it seemed as if those emotions

Standing outside in the frigid wind of California, all of us were crying, even my loving sister, she was the spotlight stealer, the friend in good times and bad, she was even our babysitter, she was crying in front of me as the water pooled down at the bottom of my feet. It didn't feel real, just like a dream of nothingness. At the moment, I was looking back at the special time, when we drove here. We were singing, dancing and laughing at my weird dance moves in the car. She was my Idol,she was tough, kind, generous and she was the best sister I could ever ask for. On the drive I didn't realize what was really happening. We got into the car, and I caught a glimpse of her sad face. After we left her I realize she taught me I needed to seize

I held my siblings hands, and my mother’s as I was crying my last tears. I heard a voice, from my mother, “Sweet child, never, look at this moment as a disaster, look at it as a” Her voice died out. I hugged her with all my might and cried at the same time. I could see them all smiling, as if they were in a better place now.

The funeral started and I didn't cry at the beginning. I sat over in the corner and listened to great stories about my uncle, he really was a good man. As I sat there, I kept going over in my head how many times I had seen him, and it wasn't that many times, he lived close, why didn't I go see him more often, I started regretting everything. Right when I finished thinking about how I'm a bad person, and should have seen him more, they started calling up rows to say one more goodbye. I was proud of myself, I was trying to be strong for my mom and sister, I didn't want to cry. My sister and I walked up together. We were 3rd in line, we were getting closer and closer, I felt it, the feeling you get. I started to choke up, I coughed a little bit. By the time we were 2nd in line, I had totally lost it, forget being strong, I wanted to get down on my knees and just apologize for everything, I know it wasn't, but it felt like it was my fault, everything. We said our goodbyes and walked away, we were family so we got a back private room, I went in there and started bawling. Someone else from my family walked in, I don't even remember who it was, all I know is I needed someone to cry on. They walked over and gave me a hug, I cried for about 5 minutes, and then pulled myself together. I kept on thinking about everything,

was a tuesday and I had just gotten out of school. I was nervous and excited and my heart was beating 100 miles per hour. My sister was just born and I was anxious to see her. But I had to wait for my dad to pick me up from my mom’s house. I was taking the week off to spend time with her and to help my dad and his girlfriend with getting her situated at the house. After two hours he got to my house, The car ride was full of talk about the future and what she was gonna be like when she was older. When we arrived at the hospital we rushed down the hall to the room. When we walked in I saw my sister amaya. Her brown silver eyes lit my eyes and heart up. I knew at that moment that she would be my responsibility and I would take care of her with

I ran in the house, my mom and dad was still in the kitchen, I peeked around the corner but I didn’t want to be around anyone. I stormed to my bedroom because nothing felt right. As I stormed in my bedroom I wiped the tears from my eyes. I took my clothes off, turned off my lights and balled up under my covers. I was laying in bed boohoo crying. I cried so much that my eyes were puffy and red, I couldn’t help myself I felt and wanted to be alone. I remember my cousin coming in my room asking me if I were okay but i didn’t reply. I was so hurt to the point that my body wouldn’t allow me to talk. She laid there with me but I was angry. I started hitting the walls because I needed answers. My eyes were all out of cries and it was 4 A.M. I finally went to sleep. I tossed and turned but my alarm went off. It was 5:30, I had 30 minutes to be to work. I stormed out of bed into the bathroom. I turned the lights on and did my morning routine. I got to work at 5:55 but I sat in my car until it was 6:00. Five minutes went by and I questioned god again. I knew it was a better way. I didn’t want to accept it but my cousin is really gone. I walked into work silently but that didn’t last long. I kept going back and forth to the bathroom, I even cried at work. This was too much i couldn’t handle it. I felt the walls closing down on me. The pain was so real, and I was so hurt that I couldn’t think anymore.That night/morning I

I felt the cold glass, but why couldn't I touch him? I started to talk but he didn't answer, he gestured for the phone and I listened. His deep scratchy voice made him sound different. He told me he would be home soon and to not worry, then he said goodbye. The words were hard to hear, I cried instantly. He began to walk away and I started to hit the glass and scream, but my mom pulled me away. I kept kicking and tried to get away but couldn't. My uncle looked back and a tear fell as if he were ashamed of what he had done. I felt like i would never see him again, and i didn't. After that day my relationship with my mom ended. I felt like she pulled me from him, i felt like he left because of her. I'll never forget that day, because now i understand why him and i haven't been as close. He felt like he left me, he felt like he let me down and i felt the same

It was a cold, winter night. The wind blew against window, which the house sound like a tornado was happening outside. It was another lonely night, my parents were never home. They both had very successful jobs, they were always busy so they just me at home. They actually told me they bought a mansion closer to their work so, that meant I had to live alone. I am still grateful though, it could be worse. My original family, had abandoned me when I was a baby. The orphanage said they were delusional and that if it wasn’t for that I would be dead. I got up from my bed, pushing the blanket aside putting my head between my legs with my hands over my head. I removed my hands after a few seconds, I looked at my alarm clock on my midnight desk.

My sister and I walked further into the living room and sat on the blue denim couch as my cousins sat with their mother by the fireplace. Both my parents had tear stained cheeks, and everyone looked at my sister and I with pity through their slightly watery eyes. I grabbed my sister 's hand and we both squeezed each other 's hand so tight i could barely feel her. My mother knelt quietly in front of us placing a hand on each of our knees as a steady flow of tears began falling from her eyes again.

THIS CAR RIDE WASN’T WORTH IT. There is no way my grandpa is going anywhere near the speed limit but thirty miles per hour slower. That car ride was taking FOREVER. My grandpa and grandma only play the Christian station and wouldn’t even think about kids bop or Disney. Instead of my mom and dad coming home, we only got to visit them for a bit which was a weird vacation to me. My sister and I were two tic tac toe games from jumping out of the window. When we finally got to the city my Grandma pulled me aside and told me to not be too loud, not to expect dad to talk much, and that he is going to look different but still the same. I didn’t understand what she meant but all I craved was to be reunited with them again. We walked in the soaring building and went into one my favorite rides, the elevator. I clicked a bunch of buttons just to see the lights spark up. I only got a few before my grandpa scolded me not to. The sweet ding filled my ears and the doors separated. MOM! I saw her and took off in a sprint before anyone could hold me back. She walked into a room and I took a sharp turn to follow. When I slid in, I went straight for her and hugged her legs. Her eyes lit up and she picked me up. I missed the way she smelled. Her silky hair was everywhere in my face but I loved it all the same. I hugged her so tight I closed my eyes and squeezed hoping our embrace would bond us into one and I would never have to leave her again. When I opened my eyes I saw my dad in a

Getting out of the car I could feel something was different. I begin to slowly walk up the stairs, and the first thing I could see was my cousin crying. Then, I looked into the dining room and I see my grandma, my granny, and my brother’s grandma sitting ad

I could barely breathe. Panicking and sweating, I walked out of the restroom and tried to think of places where my family could’ve gone to. When I exited the restroom and turned the corner, the hallway looked more like an abandoned ghost town. Luckily, anyone who passed by me didn’t bother to care that I was alone. Then when I realized something, my heart sank. I had this hole in my heart that could never be replaced because I realized that they had forgotten about me. Even my own sister forgot about me. I thought that my sister and I had a special bond that couldn’t be broken no matter what, clearly I was wrong. It really hurts knowing that I was in an endless loop of sadness. I was lost, without any help of finding my family because I didn’t know anyone’s phone number and I didn’t even have a phone. Even after accepting the fact that I was lost I still tried to do something.