My Life Is My Favorite Home

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed

My mom kept saying "I have got to go see Fran. I need to see with my brother" My mom ran down stairs to get ready to go, I followed her and just stood there, still paralyzed. She hugged me and said that she loved me. I had never seen my mom so panicked. She went into the bathroom to take a shower and I could still hear her sobbing through the door. I was all by myself, now. I was standing in the middle of the family room as the words "He is dead" pierced my heart like daggers of ice. I was screaming OH, GOD NO, and started to cry uncontrollably. The realization that I would never see my uncle again struck me. After I got myself under control I went and packed my things to leave with my mother. As soon as we were done we were on the next flight to New Jersey.

Then, my mom had just arrived from work, at Banner Gateway as a microbiologist, and a future Physician Assistant. Since she had just come home, she was extremely exhausted after working from 7:00 p.m to 6:00 a.m, so she went straight to sleep. After the most amazing breakfast ever, my dad, little sister and I left the house at 7:53 a.m, as I remember exactly. Everything was perfectly normal, until my dad got a call. We still hadn’t left our neighborhood when my aunt had ever so mysteriously called my dad screaming over the cell phone. After hearing this, I knew something really terrible happened and would effect my family forever. I wasn’t sure what happened, but I was willing to figure it all out. My aunt lived in the same neighborhood as my family, so we turned the car around and zoomed towards her house as fast as we could. As my father opened his door and hustled out of the car, I had

I headed to the front of the farm trying to swerve around the monsters I had gotten used to. I thought about asking other families help. Instead I turned on my Blackberry which I had recently gotten for my birthday, and called my mom. They did not question where everyone else was, because they knew as soon as I stepped into the middle seat of the van I was not okay. The only thing they asked about was my experience, which I responded to with fake answers. We headed towards Buffalo Wild Wings ate some dinner, because it was around 7 to 8 p.m . I confessed to them the truth into what happened at the park, although not the whole truth. My parents were talking and the radio was on, yet they all felt very distant. My head was hurting and I was tired, and before I knew it I was knocked

Growing up in my house hold was almost like any other; my dad went to work every day early in the morning and came home around six o’clock and my mom a stay at home mom who took care of her six children myself included of course. Until late August of 2005 that is when my whole life changed in just a flash. It was a normal Saturday morning or so I thought: I was watching cartoons in my room waiting for breakfast when all of a sudden I heard a loud scream and crying coming from my parent’s room and heard my mom shout to my second eldest brother “Jeff call the Pastor NOW!” I got up and ran into their room and watched as my mom sobbed into my dad’s arms wrapped around her and tears filled his eyes as well. In that moment I knew something was horribly wrong. I looked up and got the courage to ask what was wrong and my dad told me the news. My brother, who was eight years older than me, had passed away that morning. Nothing was the same after that our family was no longer whole.

My parents are like two equally charged magnets pushing each other away. I hear the birds laugh and chatter with each other outside and I am lost in thought. I always space out like this. After we are done with the food we sit down on the couch, all four of us and eat ice cream. Moose tracks. Yes! my favorite, and we watch TV. The 44 minute episode ends. My parents share a small glance, look away and start to talk. With sadness in her eyes my mom says “Kids, you know that we love you very much.”, “yup.” i say, and my stomach is full of rocks. My first thought is that someone died, as I always think when there’s that tone in my mom's voice. “Well, there’s something we need to tell you. This may be difficult.” “ok” i say “Then just tell us.” My brother looks impatiently around the room. “ Um well your dad - uh - tyler is going to be living somewhere else for a while and-” “We’re splitting up.” my dad cuts her off. I feel the earth drop under my feet. My whole entire life i have lived in fear of this moment. This is the worst feeling ever. I am shocked for a small moment and then my feelings come knocking at the front door. I taste a salty waterfall as the news starts sinking in. Then, I see my mom and dad are crying too. This was the first time i had seen my dad cry. All of the sudden, Zak stands up and storms out of the room. I hear a door slam, BANG and i

I had about a 15 minute drive to get back home from the cemetery, my phone was dead, and I was terrified of what my parents were going to say about me trying to talk to spirits. When I pulled into the driveway and came running into the house, my mom had thoughts that something was wrong. My eyes were bloodshot from crying and blood on the back of my shirt gave away that something wrong had just happened. I explained to my mom what had been going on and she wanted to see what marks I had on my back. As I lifted my shirt, I could hear my mom gasp, I had a large hand print and three deep scratches on my back. My mom told me to never go back to the cemetery and that was a promise I don’t want to

It was as if my heart stopped beating and time froze. I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was a wonderful sunny day in May 2009, I was having a fantastic time outside playing soccer with my brother's, everything was perfect until my mom got a phone call. It was my Aunt Cindy, she was frantic, rambling on and on and on to the point where my mom couldn't understand her! My mom got her to calm down and had her tell why she sounded so worried. She nervously mumbled ¨Our dear friend Dale has been hit by a Kindercare bus and is in critical condition and on her way to the hospital¨. Dale was my Aunt Cindy's best friend, none of her family is alive, so she's spends all holidays with us and is a very close family friend she basically is like

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

On the night of October 31st, 2015 my brother and I rode with my mom to the store. We were what she called her "chicle", we always followed behind her and she literally went nowhere without us. My mom had let us have a Halloween party and as the night went on children started to go home and adults began to arrive. As adults arrived they wanted drinks and as my mom is the host she is to provide them. As we drove to the store everything was going fine, as she begins to turn into the parking lot of the store all the sudden boom, and our night just

Me and mom went home ate dinner and went to bed. When I went to bed that night I had no idea i would be woken up at 5am by the screaming voice of my mother but on January 26 at 5am I became scared, I heard the screams but I couldn’t make out what was being said. It sounded like someone was being stabbed and at first I thought it was just a dream. I grabbed my phone to check the time, I didn’t want to come out of my room until i knew what was wrong so I just waited and in less than 5min my mom busted into my room screaming and crying, at this point I still didn’t know what she was saying but I knew no one else was in the house so I felt a little better. I remember following her around the house trying to figure out what she was saying. She sat in the living room chair to put her shoes on and she could barely do that. While she was still trying to put her shoes on I stood next to her trying to calm her enough for me to understand what she was saying and when she yelled out “My mom” I didn't know what to do, I fell to the floor and sat against the chair. When mom got her shoes on she searched for her phone realizing she needed to call my dad at

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

It was a beautiful Sunday morning on August 12. I woke up early on that day because it was my birthday. I was feeling so good that day and I was praying that the feelings stay with me forever. I have always being treated like a princess in my house but that day everyone was treating me with more respects and love. I got so many calls and gifts from my friends and relatives in the morning. My day was going great so far until I received a call at around eight in the morning. I saw the number and I knew it was my aunt Bella calling from London, United Kingdom. Aunt Bella is my dad’s sister. She and her family live in London and my dad’s side family also lives in London. But because of me and my brother my mom and dad came back to India

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.