Personal Narrative: No Control Over Love

During the third season of When Calls the Heart, I became the unofficial interviewer of the Hope Valley Kids, probably because I interviewed so many of them. And Jaiven Natt was definitely in that group. With his return to the series this year, we have continued to see his skill and character expand and deepen, so I recently had the supreme opportunity of chatting with him yet again, and this time, we had a decidedly different, but engaging interview covering a wide variety of topics.

Who knew that things could change so abruptly, it almost felt that my whole world was flipped within a blink of an eye. Things were going to be different from now on, the people, the weather, even the fresh summer breeze from the coast will soon become a cold bitter winter breeze. This all came to my mind when my mom announced to my family that we’re moving, to New Jersey, once my school goes on summer break. At first, I began to panic, why do we have to move? Why can’t we just live here? We don’t even know anyone there, except for my aunt. We just moved here three years ago from New Jersey, and we didn’t like it, that’s why we only lived there for a month. Then why would we would we like it now? I question my mom, and I demanded explanations

I want to leave, I want to disappear. Not a vacation, but that spontaneous quick escape with no bothers, just an unrestricted trip to free the mind and enjoy the bits of silence. To go by car to see how the scenery around me changes as I kill the distance, while listening to my favorite music as loud as I can. Just shout out my lungs with my terrible singing. As the music plays, I will grab a book, which will get all my beliefs and views away. No matter what the book will be about. As long as it would get me away, away from here. There would be just me and the characters of the novel, who struggle, fight, and compete, while they face delight, pleasure, and glory. Every so often, I will stop at the cafes on the road to grab some food, which

I and my husband did talk to Kat on Wednesday. We think that what she did was very inappropriate, bad and hurting to the girl. We also explained to her, that when she hears bad things about others, she first of all should stop the gossiper (in this case a person who started “worrying” about someone’s other business was one of these girls, not Kat) and then she should keep everything to herself.

50 minutes had passed since Bailey Madison James whom some called Bai and others called BJ. Though when they called her BJ that just pissed her off to the point of no return. Bailey thought it was funny when she'd explode and the looks on people's faces made her day sometime. She just couldn't get enough of it. "I love you." Bailey typed into her phone sending a text message to Calahan not knowing if he was going to get it or not. Even if they fought a lot she always made sure that he knew she loved him. Even if it was a simple text message before bed, a note on his pillow, a note on his plate when he'd come home late. It was just her little way of trying to make things better between them. She hated the fact that all they did was fight including

“This is a great experience, you’ll make so many new friends!” my parents told me excitedly

The loss of your other half. I never knew how much of an impact losing your other half could have on you, until I experienced it.

Summer: the season of ice cream, beaches, air-conditioned cinemas, and 30 lb cardboard boxes full of clothes and books. By the fourth quarter of my sophomore year, I could envision the rest of my high school life unfold as if flipping through a scrapbook brimming with photographs and jotted captions. A rising upperclassmen, I had full conviction that by 2018, I would play varsity doubles tennis, attend Naugy Prom, and graduate alongside the 250 people I had known since middle school, some even from kindergarten. Naugatuck, CT had been my home for all 16 years of my life—and despite hopping from apartment to house when I was 5, I couldn’t fathom changing towns, much less before I departed for college.

“Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four Privet Drive. Mr. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry’s room.” — these are the words that framed my childhood. Unlike other children, who were raised to spend time playing outside, I was raised alongside a young British wizard with a scar on his forehead and a penchant for finding trouble. Of course, the adventures of Harry Potter are not actually fact; however, to a boy gleefully resting on his mother’s lap their authenticity was never in question. I can still remember so many things about the way that she would read to me on those lazy Sunday afternoons. Entranced by her soft voice rising and falling as each syllable passed over her lips, I sat and dreamed for endless hours.

I'm composing you this since it's opportunity sure things are talked about. I contemplated how and where we turned out badly as I looked over some old messages between you and I. When you were conveyed in Qatar, the legitimate answer is we quit being there for each other. We communicated such a great amount of adoration to each other and were so worried with the other individual rather than ourselves. As I read it dishearten to me to perceive how we made this bond amid our marriage to let everything come apart out of childishness. We both were experiencing self issues, I was pregnant you sent. I couldn't relate and being pregnant turned into all I contemplated. Which lead to feeling undesirable on both sides. It never sounded good to me why

What is the only cause of death in the top 10 in America that can not be cured, prevented or slowed down? Its Alzheimer’s and it’s a terrible disease not only because of what it does to the victim but also what the family has to go through. My grandfather was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, I would go visit him in the hospital every day until this one time it just got to hard, it tore me up on the inside and it changed my view on life for a while.

The first time I experienced a major emotional breakdown was in my sophomore year of high school. I had struggled with issues such as ADD and anxiety in the past, but they hit me the hardest during the first semester of that year. Despite my best efforts, I simply could not bring myself to turn in any work. I felt that all of my assignments were subpar, and that turning them in would simply waste my teachers’ time. However, the assignments I struggled with the most were those that were timed. I felt pressured to make everything look perfect, but lacked the time necessary to do so. Toward the end of the first semester, I was required to write a time bound benchmark essay in my English class. As English was my seventh period, I spent the entire day leading up to the class

Heart. A word that has countless meanings. To me it’s caring for someone you nearly just met moments ago without blinking. It’s doing everything you possibly can to make sure that they’re okay. Wearing your heart on your sleeve for a living. December of 2015 I had surgery on my shoulder. During my stay, my heart went out to every nurse that walked through my door. No matter how much I complained they had a smile on their face. Nurse Katherine was with me when they wheeled me into the operating room. As I got onto the table a tear started running down my cheek. Before the tear could reach my chin Katherine wiped it away, grabbed my hand and told me everything was going to be okay. At that moment, before I drifted off to sleep, I knew what

For much of my life, I’ve learned what it means to be the child between two siblings: conflict and isolation. Apart from the very earliest years, my older sister, Lauren, and younger brother, Sean, have been best buddies in the household dynamic. To this day, they spend much of their free time together, whether it be playing music, watching TV, or, most recently, going to a church separate from the rest of the household. Meanwhile I cocoon myself to my own specific interests and hobbies, and hanging with several very distinct friend groups that all reflect my differing personalities. Yet, being a brother to Sean rather than a sister offers a unique relationship that allows for differing hobbies and activities. Over the past few years,

There I was, alone, sitting at a table full of people who I did not know. Picking a partner was the worst fear that came to mind in class. Who would I choose? I did not know anybody; should I just ask the teacher if I can work alone? Of course, my fear became a reality. I was instructed to pick a partner. Sitting there motionless, I realized that almost everybody had picked their partners. After the teacher noticed that I had not been able to find a partner, she paired me up with another student, little did I know, this student would change who I was. The following days after the partner assignment, we would occasionally greet each other in the hallways. Eventually, we started to eat lunch together, watch comedy/horror movies, and hang out