I was a young girl living in Lynwood, California with my parents, two brothers and one sister. My family was very close to each other, my neighbors were my three cousins. We were always outside playing soccer and told each other scary stories to see who was the scary cat of us all. Ever morning we walked to school with our ziplock bags with cereal and milk. Being just a little kid it never came to mind being apart from my cousins. Los Angeles is a very crowded ,fast living place to live in, and extremely
I have been stuck in this cell for almost a year now. No one would 've guessed I’d ever be here. I grew up raised on religion, that’s all my family ever talked about; “What would the Lord want?” I loved having rules to live by and knowing that someone was watching over me. I brought religion to my own family. My wife and son, they knew how important religion was to me. It’s ironic how religion, the thing I loved so much, led me to this… jail. I started hearing the voice a few months before I
with. We bought scar cream for the endless amounts of cuts she had put on her wrists. She took her own responsibility she chose to delete all social media sites for good. As of this very day, she was able to make a full and healthy recovery. We, as a family, are now people who have recognized cyberbullying for what it is, so that victims like my sister, don’t have to suffer anymore.
Tennessee, a quaint town bordering Kentucky with my parents, and three older sisters. My family was extremely religious up until I was nearly a teenager. My family attended church every week, in addition to leading the church youth group. One would be under the impression that the Hughes family was an exceedingly wholesome family that did little wrong, I was under this impression also. Being a white family in an old-fashioned town in both the south and the bible belt, this was not completely accurate
provisional custody papers. My mom signed the papers and after I packed up what I had left Steve drove me down to Pine, Louisiana. Just like that. I was afraid and nervous and didn’t know what to expect. My family made me feel just at home though. It was the best thing to ever happen to me. My family is so loving and caring and always interesting. I’m so glad I moved. Mt mom and I still keep in touch. I felt like a got a fresh start and a new life, and I love it.
door neighbours were having a Halloween gathering filled with drinks, an overload of food, and deafening music. Seeing as the neighbours were also my mum’s mum and her sister, a whole heap of my extended family were there. This included my cousins Grace and Mark, their parents, a few distant family members, and some I hadn’t even met before. Even though the house was overcrowded, I had a lot of fun. Soon it was getting late, and the adults were starting to get tipsy. Me, my sister, and my other
Over the weekend I saw the play, The Importance of Being Earnest. As I first walked into the Black Box Theater in Kendall Hall, the yellow lights were dimmed and there was Opera music playing. The stage was set up as a small living room with purple walls, tan doors, old-fashioned furniture, and a big white couch with an orange blanket hanging over it. Even though it was a small theater, the way the living room was set up made it look bigger, and the settings went very well with the play. The next
As families go, mine was what I thought of as normal – whatever normal may mean. We always took our summer family vacations in Durness in the Northwestern Highlands of Scotland. My Seanmhair, Skye Sutherland on my father’s side lived in a converted crofter cottage on the edge of the cliffs above the sea. The cottage is made of the same stone as the low walls near the cottage. I always loved going back each year to my father’s childhood home. The Highlands of Scotland were more than just the
for letting “those people” into our home. I remained confused, until I asked my mother what they meant, and why they were so angry. She described to me how “old fashioned” my grandparents were and how they didn’t believe in surrounding not only the family, but me in particular, with people who identified as ‘gay’. I sat quietly for a long time before my mother asked if I felt it mattered. I responded that I truly didn’t, and carried on with my activities for the day. I had watched my mother interact
going when I stayed with her. Half-way through her college career I was born, so her only choice was to quit school and get whatever job she could, in the hopes that one day she would be able to go back and earn her degree. I never realized the importance of attending college, neither one of my parents had attended or finished their higher education, all I heard about it was the debt I would accumulate if I decided to go to a university. All these thoughts clouded my mind, and before I knew it we