It was a normal day for me, my parents were working and I was bored and juggling a soccer ball. Our family wasn't very wealthy, and we have to keep watch of our money and keep working very hard, especially in this heat. We live in central Mexico, so the sun is boiling us all the time. But that didn't bother me. Every day I go and play soccer at the park with other guys.
We play full on 11V11 games. My father doesn't approve of this though, he says it's a waste of time.
All of a sudden I heard “Josh! Come and eat dinner.” I replied with, “Coming, Mom.” I sat down and started eating, and we talked about our day and how was it, but my father said that money was coming down on us and we're in trouble. My mother turned as white as a ghost and she was starting to think about what we can do.
After dinner I went to sleep knowing in my head that we had financial issues, but I tried not to think about it. So I went to sleep, then all of a sudden I heard a scream. I quickly raced to the sound of the scream and then what I saw was my father on the ground and not breathing, and all of a sudden my mind went blank and I only could stare at the corpse of my father. We called the Ambulance they came immediately and they took my father and me and my mother cold just stare as the ambulance drove away.
The next morning I wake up in a sweat and still thinking about what happened last night. My heart is racing, I stop and start to think about what is my family going to do. My mom won't
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I was woken up with mom at the foot of my bed saying “Wake up sweetheart wake up” it is a beautiful day in Canada witch is where I live. As I get the gunk out of my eyes so I could so my mother clearly and I ask her what was wrong because she had never woke me up at 5:45 in the morning with out it being bad or something happened to the family. I got scared and my father, sister, and brother came into my room and was saying.“Calm down your going to be okay just pack your clothes,some of your personal items,and some food NOT caned food". Next I was getting ready and Carter my brother came into my room witch he had never done and told me him and dad would protect Kelsey, mom, and myself. As I walked into the kitchen we all picked different kinds of food and water. We started walking out the door and I said "Wait I need my picture of all my friends so i would remember them"so I went and got it.
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I am walking into my house from school everything seems normal. I started to look for my parents. I did not know why I am, and there is no desire I wanted or no question I needed answered at the moment. I called out their names, but not a single sound came out. When my parents were nowhere to be found my heart started to race out of control. I quickly ran to my parent's room only to be frozen in shock. My body became lifeless as I looked at a horrible sight. I felt a tear roll down my face as I stared down at my father lifeless body. The stink of blood filled the room. The walls stained with a black substance that smelled like charcoal. I could feel another presence there, but nothing is seen, I slowly quickly went to my father lifeless body.
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As we left, we went to go pick up our two friends. And from what I remember, we were driving on a gravel road. After about maybe an hour of driving around all I remember is crawling out of a car that was upside down on top of a dirt pile. Once I climbed out of the passenger side window I kept screaming and crying. I was yelling, “this is just a dream, this is just a dream.” But it wasn’t, it was real life. I called my mom, because she was the only person that would keep me calm, once I told her she freaked out and left work early to come get me. Madi called her dad and he came and got us and took us to the hospital.
Who doesn’t love a close relative? Imagine what it is like to be alone, without a supportive family member. Just like John Lennon’s song, Imagine. Think about what family can do to you, and how they impact your life. Especially, a grandmother.
The early years of my life are filled with memories of my great-grandparents home and experiences I had with them; I was lucky in this sense, because I was able to interact with and learn from this far off generation. Throughout my life I have interviewed and questioned the beliefs and views that they have and the life they’ve lived. This Thanksgiving I had the opportunity to re-interview as a more experienced human being and really understand my great-grandfather’s life.
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The relationship is so weak that a wife can have a bitter feeling towards her husband. But the idea that marriage is the only career and husband is the only destiny is clearly reflected in the thoughts of Jeeja :