Summary Of ' A Child Called Louis '

As I looked up, the sky was dark the sidewalk illuminated by the streetlights. The sound of crickets and cars echoing through my ears. I walked home that night, tears in my eyes. I was leaving, I couldn’t handle it anymore. The meds, doctors, psychiatrists nothing was working, our lives were in constant danger. By the time I got home the car was gone. By the time, I finished packing it was dawn. The sun creeping in through the shutters. For the next couple of days, I crashed at Jason’s before I headed South. I heard my cell ringing, it was mom… I let it go to voicemail.

“I don’t feel so well” Jan’s father had suddenly said one morning at breakfast. Her father, a World War II veteran, stood up and went to go lie down. The rest of the family continued with their day. Michael went to see how his father was. When he tried to wake him his father didn’t respond or make a sound. The 11 year old boy was the one who first knew that his father was gone. The memory of her father’s loss is vivid in Jan’s mind. It was a substantial shock after he had survived the horrors of World War II and then just passed away quietly at home one morning. Jan now understands how

Every time I wipe the tears away from his eyes, I see the pain happening all over again, it’s as though the accident just happened even though it’s nearly been a year, and I know I’m not supposed too, but I can’t help feeling sorry for Fin. His life was just beginning, now he’s simply a bystander, but for his sake I have to pretend his whole life is still in front of him it’s just changed direction a little. It’s so hard because it’s like he knows I am lying, but he’s pretending to believe it for my sake … how is he supposed to believe it, when I know its rubbish and I haven’t tried harder to believe anything in my life. I am his mother, I am supposed to love and support him unconditionally, and instead I am wishing he was dead. How can I even think that, what mother thinks that about their son … what does that make me? … I wish I was a better mother, for

He felt like his heart just fell out of his body and shattered into millions of pieces because maybe that was the last time he was going to see his mother. The fact that it was barely the beginning of summer ,so basically he lived without his mother for 2 months. Him ,and his older brother had to step up and take care of their younger sisters. Meanwhile his father would worked 11 hours or even up to 13 hours for five days a week and only getting paid $375 dollars per week. From seven in the morning all the way till six he would work. Everyday he comes home tired and sore from work. He works in construction; he basically puts the roofing on the houses which can be really exhausting. With the summer heat reaching up to hundred degrees everyday. They all faced adversity ,but all they could do was pray for their mother and begging for her to come back home safe. This occurred a couple years ago ,but Jose was still young and he couldn’t really understand what was going on. All he would see his older brother crying with my father ,and all i could do was to make sure my younger sisters wouldn’t see them. Eventually on August 13, 2016, one morning as Jose woke up, a black truck pulled up to his house and once the back door opened, the moment he saw his mother he bursted out of tears of

Louis L'Amour was born Louis Dearborn LA Moore on March 22, 1908, the last of seven children. He was the son of Dr. Louis Charles and Emily Dearborn LA Moore. He lived in Jamestown, North Dakota until he was 15 years old. In Jamestown he would often meet and talk to the cowboys that came off of the railroad with cattle for the stock yard and with his two uncles, who worked on ranches, would tell him about ranch life. This is where he got his love for westerns. From his maternal grandfather he got the history of the Civil and Indian Wars. So he was exposed to the history and adventures of the American Frontier.

Have you ever felt like there is no God? In the novel by David Pelzer, A Child Called It , David Pelzer was a mistreated child at a very young age by his mother Catherine Roerva. David Pelzer was considered a bad boy , “ In the beginning, it was “’mirror treatment “. “ Mother would simply grab me and smash my face against the mirror, smearing my tear streaked face on the slick, reflective glass. “ Then she would order me to say over and over again, “ I’m a bad boy ! ”

“One more bite Ethan”, I said armed with a toy truck, as I was attempting to feed his frail, cold, and hairless little body who’s eyes were full of life. Ethan was my friend, I came to visit him every Friday hopefully at his home but commonly at the hospital. “It’s almost over Ethan, you will soon stop hurting my little sunshine” I said to him, as I hugged his skeletal body. He looked up to me and without a sound he made perfect sense. That Sunday morning will forever be inked in my heart, that was the last day I saw my four year old friend, but the

September 27th 2009. I was on my dad’s weekend and my mom was in the hospital for a weeks. I would visit her every day and sometimes bring her flowers. But on september 27th I woke up and walked into my living room and my dad was sitting on the couch looking sad. I asked what was wrong and then a knock was heard on the door it was my step dad and half brother. My step dad had puffy eyes he was crying. He told me to sit down and my brother came out and sat next to me. My dad looked at us and he spoke up your mother had just passed this morning. I was shocked I was hurt I was scared.I didn’t know if i should cry or run away. I’ve learned that losing someone you love is tough.

Warily, I walked over to where my father was standing right outside the school, waiting for Cole and I, when I saw he had shades on, I knew for sure that something was wrong, due to the fact he never wore shades. When we were to the pick-up my whole family was in there. Noticing, when I jumped in the pick-up, my mother also had shades on. Anxiously, I sat there attentively for the longest second of my life, then my father stammered to us that grandfather had passed away. Countless emotions were running through me, overwhelmed; I didn’t know what to think, raving; owing to they said he was going to be adequate, grieving; due to I didn’t get to talk t6o my grandfather before he passed

Callahan tried to cry out loud enough for the kids to hear him. But it didn't work, as the sound of footsteps fades away Callahan start to cry. His tears fell on my chest, he couldn't stop himself. More people walked by but Callahan didn't even both wasting his energy if it just meant losing air faster. He just layed there doing nothing. Wondering if he will ever see the sun again. Hoping that his death will be fast and painless. Hoping that all of his sinse are forgiven so he could go to a better place.

The next few weeks passed by in a blur. He vaguely remembered attending a funeral and being hugged so tightly he almost choked by people with tears streaking their faces that he had never met. They offered their condolences and told him that he was so brave to be holding up so well in such a difficult time. In his own opinion, he wasn’t holding up well at all. He cried quite a lot at night and didn’t do much during the day other than stare at either the wall or ceiling and poke at food that their neighbours brought by. He didn’t reply to them, and they didn’t seem to notice. They were busy moaning on and on about his mother

I haven’t slept in weeks, the thought of mom’s death has been creeping in more and more lately. Ever since that night things have never been the same and I find myself enraged at the world around me. Dad made Autumn stop dancing, the thought of her dancing reminded him of how mom had loved dancing and how it had caused her death. Little did he know she never stopped, she trained in secret, and I supported her along the way. Autumn was the only one who was there for me after mom died. We became closer to each other, our own support systems in a sense. That was until she left me to be with Sylvia. I was alone, and when I needed her most she left me. I still had my girlfriend Claire, but we were growing apart. When she left too, what life I had left finally shattered. Leaving me to deal with the impact in solitude.

The Child Called It is a true story. It is about a kid named David who gets abused by his mom. The story takes place in San Francisco, California. David’s mom likes to torture him and not call him her son. David’s dad had no control over the mom because if he told anyone, she would kill david. David calls his mom “The Mother.” The mother likes to do new torture methods to david.

I experienced a devastating moment on December 21, 2013. Alex and I were childhood friends who grew up playing basketball and we were always writing poetry down. But it was a difficult environment where we lived because there always a fight going down, illegal substances, and even worse someone dying. Alex died from severe gunshot wounds. After I heard the news about him, I cried like a pouring waterfall. My tears dropped down to the ground and then the dirt turned soggy. Alex’s death was one of the most devastating times in my entire life.

I hit the ground, and somehow I knew I wasn’t going to get back up. I had gone too far. I was just trying to help, but I wasn’t helping. I had finally realized everybody must go through hard times I wish I had known that before. I looked up at my brother, everything was fuzzy, but I could see him looking down at me with worry in his eyes. I reached up to grab his shoulder to comfort him, but everything went black.