When I saw my sisters phone drop out of her hand, I knew something was wrong. She immediately fell to the ground and started sobbing. My step-mother snatched the phone off the floor. The thought of something hurting my sister, who rarely ever cries, to the point of her not being able to move made me start to sob. My mother was on her way to come get my sisters Lauren, Alecia, and I for the weekend. My parents haven’t been together since I was six, and I go to my mother’s house every other weekend. We were on our way to my aunt’s house to visit her and her little munchkins. My aunt is like my second mother, she helped raise me, and I used to live with her at one point. Her children are like my little brothers and sisters. I can’t see life without them, they always know how to put a smile on my face. As soon as we arrived, River ran up to me and hugged my leg and dubiously asked “Do you have any gum?” I immediately unzipped my purse and started searching for a piece of gum. I finally spotted the green wrapper and pulled it out. I unwrapped it and split it in half. “Here you go.” I exclaimed handing him his half while putting the other half in my mouth. “Don’t swallow it.” I don’t know why, but all of my aunt’s children love gum. Especially Freesia. I didn’t see Freesia nor Forest so I looked down at river and curiously said “Where’s Freesia and Forest?” “They’re swimming at grandma’s and grandpa’s house,” replied River. I then turned around and started walking to my
On Wednesday, November 26, 2014, I was coming out of a very hectic day at work, when I received the news that had me breaking down in tears. “Odette your mother is in the emergency room.” I could not believe the words that were coming out of my father's mouth in that instinct. So many thoughts came rushing through my mind. “Why, my mom?” I kept on asking myself, but I knew that I could not show my depression to my two younger siblings. The reason for that was that I did not want to scare them nor make them feel the horrible feeling that I was feeling inside. Even though I appeared to look fine in the outside, my precious soul was dying in sorrows in the inside. The scariest thought of knowing your mother is in danger and that you cannot do anything to save her is very traumatizing. I honestly felt like my hands were tied behind my back while I saw her drowning in pain.
You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.
An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.
It was Thanksgiving again, which meant that my family was making the long trek eastward to be around my siblings and their families back at the Old Home Place. We had gathered each of the past years since our father had passed away, but this was the first year that my mother, the last of that generation, was no longer around. My brothers and sister and I all lead very different lives, and were scattered about the country with our own families and jobs to keep us apart; this was one of the only times when we were all a big happy family again.
Today at work one of my close friends got her finger chopped off from one of the mechanics. I felt bad for my friend, she was crying a lot. Her hand was all bloody, the blood dripped down to the floor. My mother rushed to go help my friend. My mother stopped
My mom had been going to school in Virginia and staying at my Aunt Ana’s house. She had been away for two weeks and wanted to come home for the weekend. My mom had suggested that I go back with her and visit
The Thanksgiving of my seventh grade year is the most memorable to me as it was in those five days my cousin Michael and I grew closer than we ever had before. My cousins and I would race our Grandfather’s golf cart against his neighbor’s cart in the streets past dark so that we could not be seen by my Grandfather. The shared adrenaline rush we would get speeding by the river bonded us and created a mutual understanding between us, that sometimes kids need to release energy and let loose. Our mutual escape from the lull of a proper Friday night dinner let us see the real sides of one another. Due to my last time seeing Michael was fifth grade, things had changed in the both of us, and those fifteen minutes of rebellion let us show each other who we had become. Sometimes I look back on this moment when I miss my family, as it was a time where all the cousins joined together regardless of our ages. I have not seen Michael since then, as it is hard for my aunt and uncle to get time off to visit from Florida. I sometimes wonder what Michael is like now, and look forward to our next fifteen minutes of rebellion at a friday night dinner. Missing Michael has taught me the value of family, and how one person can change your whole
I was just a toddler, when life was waiting for me in the near future. I was a daddy’s girl, and spent every second I could with my father. We were inseparable, as I was attached to either his blue jeans or Car Hart jacket. We did everything together. As for with my mother, I was too young to see through the struggle and unhappiness of her kind, beautiful eyes. It didn’t make any sense to me.
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.
My great grandmother had a stroke and she was taken to the hospital by the ambulance. By the time we arrived there, she had already been rushed to the emergency room. As I screamed, and cried my eyes out for her, my parents tried to calm me down. After crying and praying for about 45 minutes, I felt so weak and drained out that I had to lie down. Then I heard a voice saying, “Mrs. Roberts, your mother will be okay but right now she’s in the intensive care unit, so you will not be able to see her at this moment”. My mom and her sisters came back into the waiting room with smiles on their faces, and told us what the doctor said. They said that my great grandma had a stroke that was caused by her high blood pressure, but with medical treatment and rest, everything will be fine.
I waited without moving a muscle. During this nightmare that I wished wasn’t true, I did not cry one bit as I was watching my grandmother lie on the floor. Instead, I just stood there with no emotion. The feeling of sadness and the feeling of losing my grandmother was so unfathomable. When the paramedics arrived, she was taken away and I went
There where my parents my brother and me in my mom’s stomach. If we are including cousins that to before we moved to Florida it was only my brother my mom and my dad. They lived in New York for a couple of years then came down to Springhill right before I was born. Then there was my RARA (grandmother) she lived with us she was the best grandmother ever. RARA did everything with me she played baseball with me and she cooked for me I’m telling you she was the best at it. Then there my Mother the best Mother ever, even though she can be hard on me she does it for the best for me.
Nothing is more warm, reassuring, priceless, and irreplaceable like ones mother. A mother’s love is as endless as the abyss of the ocean . My mother has taught me many lessons and left with me with some of the best memories a mother could give her child. But one I remember so vividly didn’t start out so great.
I had to suck up my tears and be there for my mom. I thought about my little cousin wondering where she was. She was the only child and I knew it must have been hard for her. I had to be there for her; I always have been. I found her and told her, “No matter what I’ll always be here for you. I’ll spend as many nights and days with you until you’re ok.” I let her go away to our older cousin as I went into the room where her mom was.She was laying so peacefully like an angel on a cloud playing a harp. I made a promise with her and I make sure everyday I fulfill that promise. I didn’t return to high school until after 3 months of the accident just to make sure my little cousin was stable enough to go back to school
The minute I walked through the front door, my head was spinning and I was cringing from all the chaos taking place. Pots and pans banging together, dogs barking, music playing and people shouting. Nobody’s sitting around mingling like you would expect, our family likes to do things very last minute. My Uncle Chris and Grandpa are in the kitchen cooking so my dad joins them, my mom and my Aunt Val start helping my Aunt Karen set the table and attempt to find matching table placements. As soon as my cousin Mia, who’s 12 knows I’m there, she comes running up to me and before she can say anything, I stop and ask her “What on earth are you wearing?”