Skylar Blaize Pichey Research Paper

For this book analysis, I read the book A Piece of Cake by Cupcake brown. It is a memoir told by Cupcake about her life. She starts the book at age 11, when she was living a normal and pleasant life with her mother in San Diego. She was quite close to her along with her step father (who, at the time, she thought was her biological father), and her uncle. Then out of nowhere, she finds her mother dead in her room and her life is shaken into disaster. The court system had to turn both her and her brother over to her biological father whom she never met, instead of giving her to the man she was raised by. Her father then sent her to a foster home where she was raped and beaten constantly. When she

Jeanie was a feral child who was isolated from human contact, nature, school, ect her whole childhood. She was strapped in a chair with a bucket underneath and was in a 10 by 10 foot room. Her father did not want anyone different and thought she had a mental disorder. That’s what made him decide to put her in isolation from everyone. When she got out at 13 years old her skeletal was the size of a 6 year old. The side of her brain that had language or speech skills was not developed properly. She also had what they called the “bunny walk.” The only word Jeanie really knew was sorry. Everything else took awhile to learn. After foster home and foster home sometimes she just decided to not talk for periods of time, because of these new families coming into her life. Another feral child was Oxana. Oxana lacked little love and care of her environment when she was younger. Her parents were alcoholics and could not care of themselves nor a child. One day she wandered outside of their dog pin while her parents were drunk. For once in her life she felt nurtured. Her parents decided to leave her out there so they would not have to take the responsibility of being a parent. took five years of extensive training and learning to get Oxana to the cognitive and social level as her

We had just celebrated the new year, a sign of new beginnings. The past fall my mother and I had a fight and were only communicating on a need to know. I had a boyfriend at the time, we had been dating for almost two years. I loved him and he loved me and I felt like nothing could ever go wrong, boy was I wrong. It was a cold morning, I woke up feeling strange but I could not quite figure out why. Jacob, my boyfriend, was the one who put the idea in my head. A couple hours later my life had went from just a normal nineteen year old, to being a nineteen year old facing being a mother. I was pregnant and there was nothing I could do to change that. Telling my parents, especially my mother was nearly impossible, “[a]nd after seeing my mother’s disappointed face once again, something inside of me began to die” (Tan 321).

Taylor Smith is a 16 year old girl in high school who has felt alone, judged, and misunderstood. Taylor was born at 8:30 during a thunderstorm she was born three months early and weighed two pounds ten ounces at birth, she was very lucky she survived. But she had two friends Karina White and Sarah Walsh. “Beep Beep Beep” Taylors alarm clock went off. She got up at 5 am got changed made a cup of coffee. “Ring Ring” Taylors phone rang

Mrs. Stanhope looked at her husband with adoration and gently caressed his cheek. He smiled but looked at her with cold eyes. He had always loved his wife, but recently he was feeling disheartened. After learning that they couldn’t bear children, the relationship had grown stale and mechanical and we're looking for a way to rekindle their love for one another. Mr. Stanhope considered every way to bring a child into this world, but Ms. Stanhope knew that nothing was going to change the fact that she was defective. She stared into the vibrant lights of the Ugandan urban scene and thought of a time long ago when she wished for children. The car oozed with unsaid words and hidden feelings. She dares not cry or her makeup would run, and she always had to be perfect, constantly perfect. But she wasn't. She was a broken

Our days thrived with a beautiful devotion for goodness that made them worth remembering for a lifetime; however, this was not always the case. By the time my grandmother turned 24 years old, lack of funding forced her to illegally abort eight children due to Romania’s strict communist regime. Her ninth baby, however, she kept. Even though my grandmother desperately desired a boy, my mother stood as the only child in the family. In on April 12th, 1998 when I took my first breath, my grandmother’s wish came true. From that moment onwards, she raised me as her own baby

The guilt washed over me like a tidal wave obliterating everything in its wake; my mind racing as my 15-year-old brain replayed every interaction looking for the signs that Skylar must have left, the hints she wanted me to catch on to. The more I thought about it the more I felt as if I had let her down. I had kept her secret and in the end in trying to save her I lost her. I felt alone, but this time I couldn’t seek refuge with her, how could she save me when she couldn’t help herself.

Sitting on the bathroom floor, sixteen year old Andrea Butler is curled up in a ball crying more than ever before. Several minutes pass before she stands up and looks into the mirror. She tries to compose herself by brushing through her dark brown hair, but as she looks back down at the small, plastic stick with two pink lines on it, her chocolate colored eyes immediately fill with tears once again. “What am I supposed to do?” Andrea thought over and over in her head. She was among the top of her class. She had a plan. She wanted to graduate school and to attend college. Everyone expected the best from her; no one thought she could make a mistake that could cost her so much. “If I wouldn’t have gotten pregnant with you when I did, I don’t

When Davey was about 3 ½ years old, she had a major life crisis. She had a lot of mixed feelings because at her age, she was not sure what was going on, so you could say that she was sad. She thinks today that it was a good decision to move away from her dad. Davey’s dad, Daniel Davey, is her biological father. She moved away from her dad because he was not a good role model. She states, “My dad was not hurting my mom physically, but emotionally.” For instance, her father was drunk most of the time and that was not fair to her or her mom. He

Little do parents know how much their child knows and understands even at such a young age. A little girl named Olivia from Maine who is only eight years old wrote a short story to help other kids deal with changes in their life by sharing her experiences. The experience that was life changing for her that she shared with everyone was about the time and process from when her parents got a divorce when she was six years old. In this story, she talks about how she had to give up a lot of things and how she hated the fact that she was only able to see her dad a couple days a week. Olivia’s story stood out from the rest because of one specific thing Olivia wrote about, she said that she had to take care of herself. Olivia said, “I learned that

The book The Portable Veblen by Elizabeth McKenzie is a novel that shows how bad parenting can cause future problems in both the child and in the family’s next generations. This issue is shown through the story of Veblen and Paul, a young couple that struggle with their family relationships. This same idea has been explored by other writers as well, one of them being Alice Miller. In her book The Drama of the Gifted Child she describes how children that went through an abusive childhood deal with the trauma throughout their adult life. Alice Miller’s insights apply not only to Veblen, but also to Melanie and Paul, all in different ways. However, different from what Miller argues, I do not believe there is a single formula for recovering

Children do not want to be kids anymore. When I was sixteen my whole world changed, after finding out that I was pregnant. In this time, I had a decision whether, or not to keep my son Jason, or place him up for adoption; I do not believe in abortions. The decision of keeping him was made, after seeing Jason’s heart beat on the ultrasound. I had no clue what was to come, but I knew that I had to grow up fast. There was this little human growing inside of me, that I had to care for, that was depending on me to take care of him. The thoughts that where going throw my head was, am I going to be a good mother, moreover could I actually be a mother. On May 24, 2006, at 6:44am I gave birth to a 7lb 11oz healthy baby boy. Jason’s father Jhonathon

Her life changed dramatically. A 10-year-old girl, with big eyes and beautiful smile, perfect curly hair was about to step into reality. Born in Durango, Durango Mexico but raised in the United States. At first, she was very confused about the decision that her mom had made because in her eyes her life in Mexico was perfectly fine, but the reality was that her mom was struggling a lot financially. Veronica’s dad was never there for them and she had only seen him a few times during her childhood. Even if she didn't grow up with her dad by her side she had a strong and independent mother and for her that’s all she needed. She was also grateful for the brother that she had, who took care of her when her mother had to work to provide for them.

    It is unbelievable how the life of one person could deeply affect others in such a sufficient way. Learning from a helpless child to be caring and compassionate is such a beautiful experience that personally shaped who I am now. If it weren’t for Olivia’s innocence and curiosity, among other traits, I would not have changed for the better. As her love for swimming, catching lizards, and pretending to be Disney Princesses grow, so will my

How did she lose every glimpse of hope in their life? What made her throw in the towel and decide life was too much? When did a drug become more important than us? Did we ask to be brought into this world? These questions were running rampant through my mind, like a stampede of buffalo moving across the plains. I bet she’d have a reason to binge, if I asked her these questions. Our mom left us again this morning to go find food. I know what that really means, but the truth was too painful to fathom at this moment. I needed to get my sister of this filthy sidewalk and find a more discrete home for the night. “Lily, let’s get out of here little one.” She sluggishly rose up with a sad look in her eyes. The poor girl is only four, she’s too young and too tired, but it’s all she knows. She grabbed my hand tightly and we headed out on our aimless walk down the littered streets.