My Life - Original Writing

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

I felt sick and I almost threw up. I couldn’t cry though. I wouldn’t. I would survive for my mother and my sisters. I had to live for them. They consoled me and made me feel better. They were the light at the end of a long, dark and twisted tunnel.

An indescribable pain, numbness and everything blanks out. The loss of a child rips a parent’s soul, tears the heart and breaks their world. These feelings are deeper and more devastating when you already suffer with depression. When a child takes their own life a parent not only feels the loss but also guilt. They wonder “what if?” What if they had been there? What if they took a more active role? They wonder what could have been done to prevent the loss. Nicole Shaffer, a single mother of 5, lived all of this nearly three years ago. She was far away when she learned that her son-in-law passed away. She knew that her daughter would be next and there was nothing she could do. She was too far away and could not afford to get to her daughter 's side. When she learned that her child was gone she tried to pretend that it wasn 't real. She could not accept that she would never talk to or see her daughter again.

After being informed of the first death of someone who I truly loved, I learned a tremendous amount about myself. First of all, I learned and experienced what the deep, disheartening, mentally painful feeling of grieving for a lost loved one felt like. It was a feeling of extreme mental pain unlike any other feeling of physical pain I had experienced up to the point. The little 5 year old boy I was, who due to his low age lacked perception and knowledge of many aspects of life, also learned a significantly tremendous amount about one extremely important aspect of life, the end of it. This is because, unlike before my grandpa died, I did not fully understand that every person’s life had to end at one point. My thoughts prior to the death consisted of happy or fun aspects of life, such as candy, playing with my brothers, and so much more. I had never deeply thought at any point about the day all of those happy thoughts had to end. However, when my great grandfather’s life ended, I was forced to think of those thoughts in the worst way possible. I was forced to realize and accept for the first time that death was inevitably going to occur with every single human being, including my other family members, my friends, and myself. Therefore, the

I was thirteen, my ribs and neck were bruised, so i had covered them in make-up. My body trembling with anxiety, it’s only been two days; my mom is finally coming to get me. I knew that, eventually, this would happen again, that he would never stop. I had to get out somehow, someway and I would. My mom was my way out but only at first.

A crushing blow, a silent but heavy cry, the physical cracking of my innocent heart. All things that I felt, but hid, in the summer of 2013. This was the day that my family, my world, fell apart for good. Everything was a lie, or so I was told by one party and by the other half, there were no lies. Forced to choose sides between my loved ones, I broke down and grew up in a matter of hours.

Sandra is 19 years old. She is five feet four inches high, weighs one-hundred and thirty pounds. She always has a unique laugh. She always loved to wear Nike shoes. She is a very beautiful woman. She has dark black hair, brownie eyes with nice long lashes, and a cute smile. Every time she put make up it make her feel more confident and enhanced her beauty that is already there. But I already think she look beautiful the way she is without the make up.

It felt like one of those horror films, when you 're all alone and you feel like a killer is gonna pop out of nowhere. Then, you see them, those people, the ones that make you feel nervous, but can change your life. The steps get closer and closer and you don’t want to do anything but run-run far away! Run away from everything in the way. You feel like your body is sinking in quicksand, and it’s too late. They are here, and life will never be the same.

never came to terms where we’d like to live in. We’ve lived from the smallest of towns to big city places and all around Texas but I’ve never complained because i love to move around and meet new souls as my dad said. Originally living in Houston, i got used to the city never sleeping but once the moving began i changed my mind quickly. From all the places i’ve had the pleasure of living in, there is one thing i have learned from my travels as we’ve finally stopped in a city like town, nothing beats living in the country.

Many years ago, when I was still a child, my mother would bring me to the Henan province on New Year 's Eve. Every year, my mother would bring me door-to-door to visit my relatives to greet them and to give them gifts. I would always get excited that I would be able to visit my prosthetic legged uncle, “iron man”. One night I asked him, “Uncle, why do you have a metal leg, and how do I get a metal leg like yours?” My uncle turned his head away from me, and said, "I 'll tell you one day, maybe when you get older."

My mother always told me that in the end, everything loses importance. All the things we’ve worked for, spent our time on, the things we desire the most lose the light that inspired us at the beginning. I believe it to be different or at least hope for it to be different. I want that light to be there forever because I don’t want to lose everything I’ve worked for. I’ve built this world in my mind; a vision of what I want my life to be like and who I want to live it with. In that world, he stands, and everything revolves around him. He is the embodiment of that world. It has been built in his honor because he is what I aspire to be.

It all started in 2001 at 2:40am, a baby was born. You could hear tears of joy and the shrieks of fear. The sweet smell of amniotic fluid on your baby fills you with joy as she’s being placed in your arms. You take turns holding the harmonious newborn and in just that moment you forget how much your expensive little miracle will cost you emotionally. You watch her peacefully as she’s just born into the world and so clueless as to what the future brings her. You pay close attention to the little breaths she takes as she inhales and exhales and you think everything is perfect just for a minute, until time passes.

In late autumn, the wiltering sullen trees stood deathly still under the dark, gray sky, held their frail, tired limbs by their sides and reached out to receive nothing but cold harsh winds. Beneath the barely noticeable shrubs and brushes was the cold hard soil, in which red, brown , yellow, and orange leaves spread across the entire ground as far as I could see. On some trees, not a single leaf was found. They lay across on the earth too weak to get up. The car sped quickly through piles of leaves making them fly into the air.

All children would do anything to have a pet, I had it, but I had to endure the heat, mosquitoes and tiredness, even so my happiness did not last long. It was early morning in my home town Guayana city. My dad was preparing the car with enthusiasm, he had a happy expression on his face. I knew why, because we were going to do his favorite activity; Go fishing. Even with 10 years old I could notice how happy everyone was at that moment.

Recently, I heard some rather grim gossip about my old babysitter which made me think of a particular summer morning, bookmarked in my long-term memory.