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.

My brother was walking towards us and without a seat left, he hopped into the old ski-boat and sat down. He had a confused look on his face but that turned to anger when my dad said “We’re talking to Carlyn about what I told you yesterday.” With a face as red as his hair, he stood up and screamed “You guys are ruining my life.” I had never seen my brother like this. He was always happy, he even had the nickname “happy Pappy.” He was crying from sadness but still screaming with anger. This made my mom’s cry louder and mine begin. My dad stood up in attempts to calm down my brother and I ran over to my mom. I wrapped my arms around her as she gave me a big hug, and told me “everything is going to be alright, everything is going to be alright, everything is going to be alright.”

One day I asked my dad to go canoeing. I had never gone canoeing before but I was trying new things and canoeing sounded intriguing. My dad told me he hadn’t been canoeing for over 47 years. I asked him why and he suddenly got quiet like he was trying to think of something to say. Eventually he just said he didn’t like it anymore. I thought that was the end of the story because we never did go canoeing that day. A few days later my dad came up to me and said there was something he wanted to tell me. He seemed off edge and had been acting unusual the last couple of days. Eventually, he spoke up and said that he would go canoeing with me. Once we got in the water with the canoe, me sitting in front and my dad steering in the back, he started to tell me a story. He felt bad for not taking me sooner but he felt that I wasn’t ready to hear what he was about to tell me. It was a story he had never told anyone before, and it was quite intriguing. He started off saying that he forgot the ending but he knew how it at least started so he decided to tell me that at least. It went a little bit like this:

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

My dad and his girlfriend were together, and they both were really happy. On a Sunday my dad took me back to my mom’s house and dropped me off like normal. He got out of his truck, gave me a hug, and left. Everything was the same as always. Thinking “I will see you on Wednesday dad!” A few days later, my mom and my step-dad drove to the hospital to find out something about my dad. I didn’t know at the time. I didn’t even know where they went. I thought that my mom and dad were going on a date or something, but I could never predict what happened next.

I knew my dad and grandmother were not on speaking terms. That much was always known and not hidden from me. But I thought...I don’t know. I thought there might have been something when she died. I just expected more, I guess. When he came home from the morgue or wherever he had to go to after the call, I was in the living room and looked over my shoulder when the front door creaked open. My mom came up and embraced him, he put his head on her shoulders and they just stood there, barely swaying in the foyer. I got up and walked over to them. My mom drew away, teary eyed, and my dad looked at me. “You’re my proof, Cole.” He said with a small quiver in his voice. “You’re my proof that something good can come from my bloodline.” He smiled and hugged me, longer than he ever has before. My mother joined in and then my dad called, “Eddie! Come down here!”

"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.

Picture yourself in my position; imagine looking through my eyes. During this story that I am about to tell, I want you to pretend you are me. Feel my emotions, feel my pain, and feel the moment. Relive my story…

I only saw Sunhat Girl once, and yet, once was enough to change my destiny.

I stepped into my host on a Thursday, slipped into the cracks of her insecurities and nested in the place where her pride once was. I flipped and destroyed her home, smashed the windows that looked out onto her beautiful garden and barricaded the doors. I wasn 't being evicted, not this time.

I don’t like to talk about my past but I’m willing to make an exception for this in an attempt to move forward. I’m going to be completely honest with you. I’m comfortable talking about this now but when I was a lot younger I was attacked by a person holding a knife to my head. I froze unable to move. I was scared to death. I was unsure with what to do. That day I felt like I was hopeless. I was completely unable to do anything for what I feel lasted forever. I thought my life flashed before my life. When my body well, I’m not sure what happened but I kinda punched the person and ran away. The words haunt me to today “Hey kid want to see heaven.” Yea umm don’t grow up in Compton it’s a bad idea 0 outta 10 would never recommend. The one

We started off with a chaste kiss, and I have to say, kissing his lips once again was one of the best feelings in the world. I started to deepen it, loving the way his lips seemed to roll against my own, and I realized as well that this was definitely the right feeling as well. I know for a fact that this is the right thing that we both needed.

I am awoken from my deep slumber as my roof is viciously ripped from its foundation. A bright light shines through blinding me as I am rattles and hared around like a rag,knocking into my friends and family. I hear them panicking as I 'm trying to get a glimpse of my surroundings. I caught sight of a round pot filled with what seems to be boiling water. I have only got seconds before i am dumped into the scalding hot water. “SPLASH”. I come up coughing and gasping for air,just to be pushed back to the bottom where there is no oxygen. After what seems like an entirety the skin melting water is drained out from under me as I 'm put onto a net . I am put back into the pot that I now know is prison. I try to stand,but I 'm weak tired flimsy

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.