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.

On February 22, 1997, I was born at CAMC Women’s and Children’s Hospital in Charleston, West Virginia. My parents named me Kaitlyn Danielle Carter. At the time of my birth, my mother was 27 years old and my father was 29 years old. They were happily married at the time of my birth, and are still married today. There were no serious complications during my mother’s pregnancy or my birth, but I did come three weeks early. I have an older brother, Christopher Carter, who is five years older than I am. Despite the five-year age gap, my brother and I have always been close to each other. He has served has a huge influence in my life. I am the youngest of the family. I grew up in an extremely small town in West

What are you doing? Don't you know that you cannot use your phone during class. These days people can literally not live without their cell phones. In school, teachers are trying to find a way for students to stop using their phones. With all the social media teacher are scared that students can do things they are not supposed to do. Cell phones have had a major impact on people these years. Scientist is now inventing new phones and apps people can download. Even though teachers are trying to find a way for students to participate, phones are not the answer. So, students should not be able to use their cell phones during school hours.

You would expect the normal family to have loving parents and kids who get along just great with each other, well my family isn’t your average. You see, my brother and I were separated at a young age. After my parents divorced, I, along with my mom, went to America and he stayed in Vietnam, with our dad and the rest of our family. So when he arrived here in America, I could sense we had a loss of connection, unlike most other sibling. So I was determined to recreate a healthy bond with my brother, one that I didn’t have around most of my childhood.

myself, he was right, he was worried about me and I think his worry led him to act this way.

“Mohammed your sister is not going to leave easy. We raised her to be under our wing not out on her own. You’re brave Mohammed you need to get Bana on that plane and keep her going so that she can live a long happy life even though we are not in that life. Will you do that for me?” My father said to me. Me and my father were never close with him working and all, but this was the first time I actually felt like we knew each other.

The late hours into the night, holding my mother as she cried herself to sleep became a sign. My family was going to fall apart. She would wail about the troubles over her husband cheating. I would comfort her as I silently prayed her pain would end. It was no shock when my mother asked me what I thought about her getting a divorce. My soul was relieved she had finally considered ending the marriage. I was six years old struggling with what I was to do to keep my family mostly together.

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.

This is what my life has become. Full of rage, anger and jealousy. Yes, I’m jealous. Jealous of a man I have never met, but it’s fair because he tried to steal what belongs to me. How dare he? He is nobody; he has nothing under his name. He thought he could go against me. Challenge me. He even had the audacity to refuse the money I gave him. He said he wasn’t that type of person, that he had morals. He is so stupid, now he has no money and nothing to steal from me. I made sure of that.

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.

I never liked going to school and loved to stay at home with my mom, my brother, Christopher, and my puppy, Zoe Belle. Kindergarten was a struggle for me; I did not like my teacher and I did not like leaving my safe, comfortable home. I went to kindergarten on Monday, Wednesday and every other Friday, so on my days off my mom and I would practice my writing and penmanship skills.

- You sure you will be ok on your own? 3 years is a long time, if there is anything you need, don`t be afraid to call, got it?

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."

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

One summer morning around about nine AM I was sound asleep, however until I smelled an unfamiliar odor and not sure what it was I paid it no mind. Before I could get up and wash my face my mother pushed my room door open yelling INDYA GET UP THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!! I jumped up. Our house isn’t but so big, so when I ran out my room, I saw the flames coming out of the kitchen. My first thought was my little brother; his room is straight through the kitchen. My mom then said my brother was not in his room. It was my little cousin; I could barely breathe so I ran outside. Forgetting my phone in the house I quickly go in the house, grab my phone run out of the house. Now let me tell you about this life changing experience.