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.

"Catherine Nicole! Wake up right this minute!" I hear my mother shout from downstairs. I slide out of my bed and fix my hair to the best of my ability then walk over to my vanity and look in the mirror. I see a dark, cloaked figure huddled in the corner of my room and quickly turn around to see that the mysterious figure is gone.

My palms were as sweaty and heart was in my throat. My mom and I were currently at Hartsfield Jackson Airport, waiting for his arrival. I knew my mom was feeling as nervous as me because she almost ran someone over this morning. She was boring holes into the sliding glass doors, as if she glared hard enough, it would open. I held my breath as I saw the doors slide open, only to sigh when I saw a woman with Wal-Mart on her luggage cart. After a few dozen people, a 5’6 male figure with a pair of jeans, blue t-shirt, and socks and sandals made his way over to us after my mom basically yelled out, ”Bao!”, his name, and waved like her life depended on it. He’s here, my older brother.

When my son was ten years old, he asked me if I had ever been bullied before, or if I’d ever bullied anyone. I told him no! Not me! He said, “Mom, Nana told me that you were bullied, and you bullied people before, too.” I wondered if I should tell him the truth in that moment, that yes, when I was your age and younger, I was bullied, and yes, I bullied others, too. The thought that I could jeopardize my relationship with my son scared me. I could see it dwindling. The actions from my past might make my son look at me differently.

The purpose of this paper is to learn about our own development by looking back on experiences we had while using vocabulary words throughout the chapters.

After talking to the three sisters about her future and making a wish she wanted to know if it would actually come true she thought on it for a bit and walked home. When she walked home she thought about how tired she was of this place and she could not wait longer. When she got home Nenny was off playing in her room parents doing house work so she walked in her room grabbed her backpack and started packing. Okay so I need clothes, money, journal, and food to start me off she goes and gets all of things ready and walks out while her family is distracted. She walks past the four tall trees and says nothing only her thoughts, past the trees and into the city where there are new exciting things she has never experienced before there are fast

“So, it 's suppose to be sunny with few clouds, and about 75 degrees a beautiful day out today.” The weatherman on T.V.said as he flashed a fake smile on his face. I clicked the power button, and threw down the remote on the couch. And ran outside clutching the money my dad gave me for ice cream, tight in my hand. I saw the group sitting outside getting ready to go.I could see myself sitting in the back on the porch, eating the delicious flurry that I was soon to order.

I have never been more scared in my entire life. I’ve seen it in movies but it’s never happened in real life. I can actually see it with my own eyes. We all saw it and we even have evidence.

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.

I woke up in a queen sized bed next to my four year old brother, completely lost as to where we were. I looked around as i saw walls, half wood, half dry wall. There were clothes covering the floor, along with many other receipts, plastic wrappers and many other pieces of garbage. The was a dark oak dresser, on top sat an old 15” tv playing Ice Age. I was a little scared and confused but i was overall distracted to the film playing on the old scratched up screen. My brother, james, was in a deep sleep, drenched in his own sweat, so i decided i would try and explore. I slowly, trying not to sink into the many piles of clothes and garbage, found my way to the door. As i opened the door i was greeted by an already familiar voice, it was my

I wake up thinking I am in our old house in the countryside. The sun streams through the window across the rolling hills, and a calm wind blows on my face. Soon the day will begin . . . another long day of weaving cloth.

So this is my life, some say my name should’ve changed but I think not. My mother as a little girl was named Djeserit and in turn I had gotten Isis. When I was born, life was different as my mother and father were Egyptians, so in turn, I was Egyptian but we were royals, so we were the rulers of Egypt. We could have anything we could imagine, it was nice and fantabulous.

I wake up and think I am in our old house in the in the farm lands. The sun is beaming through the window from rolling, green hills outside, and I can smell my mom’s cooking of watery beans and potatoes wafting through the house. Soon the day will begin, a long day, of weaving and mending cloth. When the machines came, we were no longer fast enough for the demands of cloth. We were forced to move to the city and work in a factory, where we tend machines all day long until the day is over, and with our very bones crying , we hurry to bed. Then, dinging the bells ring at 4:00 AM to wake up the working class of the city.I can hear the bells now and I must get up. I’m so sorry for not introducing myself properly, my name is Edward. I am almost fifteen and work at a factory in the city. They call me the man of the house because my father is very ill. Next to me, on the pile of straw we share, are my younger brother, Tommy, my other younger sister, Jeanette, and my mother, Elizabeth. My mother works in a factory that makes parts for cars with my sister, Jeanette. She is only 30, but already her hair is patched with grey. Rumor says that she is soon to be widowed just like many others in this haunted place , I nearly hurl at the thought. Last week, my father came down with the spotted fever. I can see him from here; he is sweating, his body aching from the fever. I pray that someone will take care of him today, we don’t have the time or money to take him to a hospital. Next

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.