My First Birthday - Original Writing Essay

The sky was always blue holding sunshine rays in her world. Her name was Rosaline Deponte, my great-grandma. The continuous smile that she showed on her face reminded us how precious life is and to not take things for granted. Cold wood floors that could easily freeze toes, single-walled construction, shut rows of jalousie windows, and the smell of warm sweet bread on the counter 24/7, that was Rosaline’s house.

“Happy birthday dear Marley, happy birthday to you!” Of course, my dad just had to go all out and he announced as loud as he could in the house. “13 years ago the famous Marley Jackson was born on June 18th of 1781 and by god was it the best day!” The workers in the house all clapped after my dad's announcement.

The incident took place three days after my birthday. I have received an assortment of condolences in my lifetime, but this one definitively trounced its comrades.

I was really young to notice the things that were going on with my mom and dad but I had a clue that was going on because I was around it and it happened so often. My brother had no clue because he was only 1 when things started to get out of hand. When my mom left the house I didn't know she was leaving to start a new life in Florida and leaving me and my brother like we were not her children. My dad sat me down and explained to me what happened, I did not know what was going on. Once my brother started to get older some days he would ask ‘’Where is Mommy’’ and I started to cry because I knew what was going on

I was the only one that didn’t know. My family was hiding something for me, but I didn’t know what it was. Today was like any other day. We had Math, English, Science, Social Studies, Gym, lunch, and my favorite recess. I heard the bell ring telling us it was time to go home. I jumped to my locker, grabbed my books and headed to the bus. When I went home my mom was cooking. She told me that tonight we were going to have a family meeting. It was strange, it felt like my mom was hiding something from me and my brother, something important. I answered, Yes mom and dash to my room. I finished my homework and quickly rushed downstairs. When I scurry downstairs I heard my dad arriving home from work. As usual I ran to hug him. He whispered me the

My heart thumped with heaviness while my eyes slipped passed the car window as my family approached the local cemetery. Slate colored clouds hung low against the horizon, properly setting the temper for the journey we were making to my great-aunt’s grave in remembrance of her birthday.

"Victoria! Don't forget to pack, it's your dads weekend." My mom shouted across the hallway in our house. My parents have been divorced since before I was born so every time my father was in town I'd visit him. When I was younger, I would always ask my dad if I could spend the night at my cousins house since they were from his side of his family and that was the only time I could see them. Afterwards it became a routine going over to their house, little by little I hated going there but I was left in silence. One night, my cousin Emily went out with her friends and I was left to sleep alone in her room. As I was slowly falling asleep, I heard the door creek open and quietly shut closed... I quickly awaken, my heart beats as if it is about to pop out of my chest, I weep as movements get closer and he says "shhh.." There he was, beside me gliding his fingers down my belly to places his hands shouldn't be.

Claire and I had just come home after tennis practice. When we walked into our apartment we saw that our mom had made a huge fancy meal for us, and I had a small feeling that something was up. My mom looked at me with eyes that looked somehow guilty, but everything seemed fine I guess. After we finished eating we were very tired, so Claire and I went to our separate rooms. Not long after laying down, my dad came in and told me we needed to talk about something. He wanted to talk to me and Claire separately, so we walked downstairs to a private community room in our apartment. He had never done this before and I didn’t know what was wrong, so my heart began pounding loudly in my chest. When I sat down and he told me the news, the pounding stopped. My heart sank. He said that our family couldn’t afford to go to Cathedral anymore, so my sister and I would have to switch schools and attend Sartell High School that year. I walked upstairs slowly afterwards and fell on the floor in my room. I stared at the ceiling waiting for Claire to be told. I don’t think I really believed what my father said to me at the time. I tried not to think. I just

This one night everything seemed to be normal my dad made dinner, my mom got stuck with the dishes. I came out of my room right before I went to bed and I saw my dad sitting at the glass table that is on our porch in the backyard. I went out to see what he was doing and he was smoking a vanilla cuban cigar, my mom came and took me to bed. Little did I know in a few hours every memory in the house was not going to compare to this one. My mom ran into mine and my sisters rooms telling us we needed to get up, I asked her many times “what's happening”

Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was

Over the next few months I noticed that my family seemed happy and were so excited for this baby. As for me, I thought it’s a baby it’s not a magic wand, but I don’t get me wrong I was very excited to have a new baby sister. My parents seemed happy and me and my brothers thought that maybe they could be in love again, even though we really knew that you can’t change the past, it would always be there no matter how hard you try to forget it. I didn’t know why the got the divorce the first time, but I remember it was because of something about my dad, and for the longest time I thought it was because of me being born and my dad not wanting anything to do with me. Once it reached the due date, and Avery was going to be coming soon, me and my brothers started getting nervous, we all helped my mom out and pitch in. That night I made dinner with my dad, and they my brothers cleaned up and did the dishes. I remember this day like it was yesterday. My mom was already laying down, and we all felt bad because she had been so uncomfortable those past few days. That night I woke up and went to my parents room, but when I got in there nobody was there. I look on the couch and I see someone I thought it was my brother so I was shaking him and saying wake up, but it turns out it was my grandma. I asked what she was doing here, and she told me that my parents went to the hospital and they were having my baby sister. She told me to go back to bed and we would go see her in the morning, then go to school. I went back to my room, but I couldn’t sleep I was so

I always looked forward to my mom coming home from work. She always walked into the doors with a smile on her face and greeted us with so much affection. Seeing her each day after work gave me so much joy and I looked forward to it. One particular day when I was 5 years old, my mom pulled into the driveway and I got filled with excitement that I literally thought I was going to pee myself. Except when she got out of the car she had this look on her face that I had never seen before. She looked worried, scared, and heartbroken. My excitement quickly floated away. My mom approached my dad and said we need to talk. My mom and my dad went into the bedroom to talk and when they came out of that I room I knew something was wrong. Dad came out looking so angry and sad, as if his world was just turned upside down. My mom approached me and they both took me out onto the front porch of our home. I remember thinking in my head, “what did I do this time?’ That’s when the words came out my mom’s mouth, “Clay came to my work today and he wants to see you and have a relationship with you.” I knew Clay was

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

The morning sunshine seeped through the cracks between my shutters, lighting up my room. I could hear the clock ticking and the rays of sunlight bouncing off of my eyelids. I barely got any sleep last night because I was ecstatic that tomorrow was, my birthday! I jumped up out of bed, how could I have forgotten that it was my birthday? Suddenly all of my drowsiness turned it into excitement and I jumped up, throwing the red gradient quilt off of my bed. I slowly walked out of my room, making very little noise, checking to see if anyone else was awake. I peeked through the intricate staircase railings and tried to spot anyone downstairs, no one was in sight. I tiptoed down the cream coloured stairs, reached the bottom and got startled when my mom yelled, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”, her voice bouncing off the walls of house. A grin so big spread across my face, I couldn’t believe I was turning four years old!

It is April 4th. It is my 21 birthday.21 years ago I was born and got named Thea. My mom Emily, dad James, sister Maddison, and brother Liam are coming over to celebrate my birthday. There are a few things I must do before they come.