My Love Of My Life

I have some extremely strong feeling, trying to reflect back to my earliest childhood memory of my life, my first version was describing the setting that of my father hitting my mother over the head with something. Now, I know it was a gun. She was lying in a pool of blood in front of the fireplace with, me by her side trying to wait her up, then going outside crying so my, grandmother could hear me. There were so many scary moments in my childhood. I, can remember as a child, my father and brother falling in a lake of water with my mother screaming and helping them to get out, our house catching on fire with my mother and me along with three of my siblings trying to get out with her telling us to hold on to her and don’t let go. Which my father was no there to be found. Later we learned that he was drinking with his friend up the street under a tree. I was told a few neighbors came to help. Then we stay with my grandparents which I love. Because I love waiting for my granddad to come home from work so he, could take me to get vanilla ice cream. After moving to Cincinnati, Ohio at the age of six from Alabama. My father continues to be very abuses to my mother for fourteen years of their marriage. Thank God she’s still alive today.

She is strong, a caregiver, provider, and the best part she has a great sense of humor. Who may I be talking about? That would be my mom, Krista Dykstra. My mom is one of the most important people in my life. She is the one who is there through the ups and downs or whenever help is needed. My mom is a strong believer in family time, she is a passionate person about trying and learning new thing and she is overall very smart and cares about her education. Life wouldn’t be the same without her.

They say families always are there for you all the time that they are the most important people in your life. In this case, that is true they are, but at the same time friends become more than that which makes them be part of the family. The people that help me accomplish my goals would be my mom, stepfather and my boyfriend.

I grew fearful by the minute. As I walked into the night, I wondered what my mother would say. I broke curfew, again. And my mother is as strict as an Asian parent can get. I could never understand her overprotective nature. It had grown extreme to the point where I couldn’t enjoy the little things in life. As frustrated as I was, my mother wasn’t always overprotective to this extent though. She grew extremely weary a few years ago when my father and brother both died of brain tumors within the span of a year. It was easily the worst year a family could ever endure. Every day after my brother and father died, I would pretend to be strong, not for my sake, but because someone had to hold the family together when my mother was falling apart.

The type of people I enjoy spending time with are real down to0 earth people who like to have fun. I love to hang around people that are brave enough to do more things than me. Someone who is not scared to take risks in life, but also knows there limit as well. Not saying that I love people who gets in to trouble all the time, but they help you to be more open- minded to life. Those people like that can look back one day and not regret any chances that they talked about taking and never did. People whom live in the moment and not worry about what tomorrow might bring. I love real genuine, caring people who is not scared to speak their mind. Special qualities that not only will they hurt with the truth, but they are also there to pick you up when you fall. Having people like that in your life is a blessing meeting people with real loyalty is rare. Those are once in a lifetime people that you may not get a chance to meet every day. I have always been a shy person, but only shy until you meet me. Anyone who has ever got to know me personally knows how hard I love for people and care for them, always a shoulder to cry on, as well as a “honest ear”. I tend to always care what people say and how they judge me. That’s why I only enjoy certain qualities in people, someone who can bring me out my shell at times. Always having someone to tell me how the sky is the limit, and you are open to become whatever you want in the world. With anyone,

January 1, 2013 is the day my life changed. I'm from a small town in Florida where everybody knew everybody and everybody else's business. I knew everybody’s car, house, address, and about every phone number. It was safe to say that for the first thirteen years of my life, I travelled nowhere and didn't see anybody but the everyday faces in this town. I learned to love this town mostly because I was comfortable. I didn't have to worry about not knowing where I was going or not knowing people. It was simple. It was my small town. On January 1, 2013, my dad woke my two brothers and I up for our what seemed daily talks. He sat us down in our family room and said “Do y’all want to move to Mexico?” Our family room had never been so quiet not only because who the hell just asks that but we knew he was serious. Being thirteen, I jumped up and said “absolutely!”. My younger brother, who was 11, also said “why not?”. But my older brother, who was 15, turned my dad’s idea down quick mostly because he was dating “the love of his life” at the time. Through much convincing and debating, we moved to Cancun, Mexico on March 1, 2013.

Life is a puzzle. You think you've finally got your head around the puzzle and when the pieces begin to form the perfect picture you go to put the last few pieces that will complete the image but it doesn’t fit. You try to flip it, rotate it, everything, but nothing works. Life is the same, it will never be the perfect picture.

I woke up in the guest bedroom of my grandparents’ house in Prague, Oklahoma. I had tossed and turned throughout the night because I had a bad feeling. As I got out of the soft and silky sheets I could hear my grandfather arguing with someone on the phone; I didn't think much of it. I then brushed my teeth and got myself ready for the day. I still had that weird feeling that I had the past night. My grandfather walked in as I was brushing my knotted hair, he told me that my father had been punched in the face and was in the hospital, he was unconscious. My mother and father had broken up a year after I was born. My father lived in Groves, Texas, and me, my mother, sister, and stepdad lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma. As I asked my grandfather questions about the situation he told me that the Groves

“Pitter-patter, pitter-patter”, my 20 years old uncle holding the umbrella for me, while I am busy shedding tears. About 0.6 miles of walking in this extremely muddy road, to get to our car. Plenty of people from our village were crying and following us to the car, it almost felt like there was a death in the family. It was a dream for everyone but a nightmare to me. My heart kept yelling at me saying “look back he’s here”, I knew it was lying but I was compelled to look back. He wasn’t there, I looked back, he wasn’t there, I looked back, he wasn’t there. My 12 years old heart was begging to Allah to see him for one last time, but you don’t get what you always want. We left for Dhaka, the capital of Bangladesh, it was a 5-hour car ride, which I was unconscious, during most of it. I had no idea about America, nor the difference between “America and the U.S”. All I knew was, the life would be better in America. Though I wasn’t excited about coming here at all because I would have to leave the love of my life. My family assumed that I wasn’t serious about our relationship, but he meant so much to me. I would go to sleep saying “you love me or not, I love you”. Someone once said, “you will know what true love is when you can give someone without expecting anything in return”. I was crying nonstop before the day of our flight. Just the thought of not seeing the one person, whom you gave the most valuable thing from your little life, was hunting me down, every time I inhaled and

Throughout my life, I have been through many difficult times in my life. At only eighteen, I never thought that I would fall in love with an addict, who opened my eyes and changed my life. I now firmly believe that facing difficult challenges in life brings you closer to those you love while learning about who you are as a person.

When my older sisters were still in high school, every morning before school, my mother woke up bright and early, cooked breakfast, curled, straightened, or braided my sister’s and my hair, and drove us to school. After we were at school, my mother went to work, came home and prepared lunch for my dad, folded the laundry, washed the dishes and cleaned the house until it was spotless. Then she picked my sisters and me up from school, whipped up something for dinner, and double-checked if everyone had their homework finished and all the clothes, forms, and supplies we needed for school the next day. Everyday my mother does so much for my family, and she has had a tremendous impact in my life. My mother not only takes care of my family, but she also helps support other families, all the while contributing greatly to the Wabasso school district. My mother is an extraordinary woman.

My mother is a very complicated woman. I believe the best way to describe her would be, “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” I know, weird way to start off my literary story, right? As much as I do not like my mother, I love her, and respect her. While I am being honest, I owe my work ethic and a vast majority of my success to her, as much as I hate to admit it. The way she lived her life, most college graduates and the societal hoity toity types would raise their noses to. However, you can’t deny her dedication to her children and their education, she is the start of my literacy journey.

I started laughing like I’d never laugh again in my life. A week ago, I sent a recording of my voice for the audition for the Christmas duet and now I got the position for it. And my partner is James Brown! He is the most charming person I could ever think of. His chocolate colored eyes always sparkled, and his low manly voice would always melt my insides into a puddle of goo. Finally, I have a chance to work with him; a chance to see my love of my life.

Family walks in and out of your life every day. Some families move on through the

The Person that changed my life forever, or should I rather say enabled me to have better opportunities in life is my Grandmother. Her name is ¨Kathy¨, she gave me a chance to alter the outcome of my future for the better. It all started when I was in Germany, where I had grown up for the most of my life. As an Army Brat I was constantly moving with my father his name is ¨Robert¨ or ¨Bob¨ as his mom would call him. Due to his duty assignments in the Army back in the early 90s. We had moved stateside a few times but only for a about a year or two. Most of my time was spent in Germany, I really had enjoyed it there. The one thing that had bothered me the most was my dad would have new girlfriends every few months. It was really annoying as they were constantly trying to change the rules for me, as my dad was rather lenient with staying up late and watching movies or playing video games. It took away from the freedom that I had. Then there was one girlfriend that was abusive I remember that I was 6 years old and had difficulty tying my shoes, well after several attempts I just could not get it right. That had ending in being hit with the belt from by this psychotic lady, and ended up being sent to my bed. Not to long after that my dad had seen the bruises and ended up kicking her out once and for all. I would say that was a relief but I did not understand the reason for the punishment. That however was the least of my worries, as my dad was not capable to being alone for to