The Life Of My Life

During the year of 2014, my mom decided to move to Houston Texas. Before even graduating High school I was living the life of an adult, when my mom moved to Texas she decided to give me the responsibilities to stay with my two little sister for about two months. After the two months of stress having to come to school and taking care of my sisters I felt overwhelm and consumed. My Mom then decided to take my two sisters to Houston to live with her, now I am on my own. No words can describe how I being feeling this years, suffering from depression, humiliation, sadness and loneliness. Without my mom support who has completely giving me her back is even more painful. After all that obstacles during my last two years I have learned that is

I am Alyssa DeLillo. Growing up I have lived a decent life. I was raised in a good household, tried to always keep people happy, and made lots of friends. Up until the age of eight I lived in a small city in California. I had the best parents and grandparents a child could ask for. At a young age though, I lost my father to a heart condition that couldn’t be controlled. At the time of it happening I didn’t understand what was going on but later as I got older my mother explained it to me. For a while, it was all I could think about and it still sits in the back of my thoughts but, I learned to move on and to cope with the sad thoughts. I reminded myself I still had my mom.

Have you ever wondered if you were going to eat the next day? Have you ever wondered if your living circumstances were going to change overnight from a bed to a car seat? My entire existence is about worrying and heartache. My mother made a decision in college not to finish pursuing her degree, ultimately that led to our personal troubles. She is a hard working single mother , unfortunately, her hard work wasn't economically sustainable for the three of us. My sister and I didn't have certain everyday items like toys, a vast array wardrobe, or plentiful food in the home. My sister would pass her school clothes down to me because my mother couldn't afford to both of us school uniforms. My mother , sister, and I have moved to approximately

I look back when I was younger and I realized how even when all of this was happening my mom was never unsuccessful to take care of me and make me the happiest little girl. The hardest times were leaving my mom’s place and having to stay were my dad was staying. I always hated leaving my mom, it killed her as much as it hurt us. When I was getting dropped off at my dad’s place I knew it was going to be hell. My dad would be staying with his parents, the house was in an especially bad area which meant we could never go outside and play. We were always up in a tiny bedroom that my sister, dad, and I would share. He didn’t have a job so we could never go out to

My mom walks in the car crying and saying sorry as if it’s her fault. My first question to her is “Mami where are we going now?” she looks at me and goes “baby for tonight in here.” We drive off into an empty parking lot and we all sleep. The next morning my mom calls a hotel and explains to them our situation that helps us for a good month. It was difficult and all but things get better, or at least I thought. A month later my mom gets a call from a shelter in Orange, Massachusetts and they offer us that place to stay that is the only option we had so we take it. It makes me extremely sad because as the little kid I am life was finally getting back on track. Then it gets ruined again, I was in the backseat going to my new home once again asking God why me? Why did I have to go through this? Why my family and I? We walk into the shelter and it’s all eyes on us, people whispering left and right, people making racist comments. From that very moment I know I was going to have a difficult time here. Nights feel like years and days feel like months, when I start school is when everything gets worse for me. I have no friends here because of my skin color no one speaks to me. I lived this life for two years and I would never ask for it

I am part of an awesome family of four, including my mom, and my two brothers, Logan and Christian, it used to be five, but my parents divorced and I never talk to my dad anymore for hurting us. We've always been a close family with big hearts for God. My family and I moved to Michigan and shortly after we moved I joined a youth group at St.george's church, it was awesome for me to build friendship and to get much closer to God. Darkness entered my life over time, I began to feel weird, a smile I had every day had vanished. I began to see or hear things that aren't there about thoughts of death. I began to lose faith in god. My life felt like it got lost.

I was born in a remote village, never felt discriminated while raising in the Gurung family one of the indigenous communities of Nepal until I was in the school. After my School Leaving Certificate (SLC), my father decided to send me to the city for my higher education I was at the age of 16 When I left home for the first time. I started my Intermediate Level Education at Ratna Rajya Laxmi Campus. I still remember when my father went to Kathmandu or Dharan for any purpose; he used to bring the bundle copies, pens, geometry box, calculator and other stationery items for his children. He always encouraged all of us to study hard. treated equally to all 5 daughters and my brother regarding education. When I joined my college, I started working in a boarding school as a primary teacher, then I did my education and work in parallel. My elder sister and I were living in uncle's house in Kathmandu. My sister cooked for me, so I didn’t have to cook. One day, when she came late from campus, I had to stay empty stomach because I didn’t know how to make food. I had never experienced cooking because I was too little and I was not able to make food for our big family, and my mother didn’t allow me to do that. I usually worked outer sphere of the job such as cutting grass, collecting woods from the jungle and playing with the boys but, my father never interrupted me to do all those. I loved and enjoyed doing that outer sphere jobs.

I cannot believe my life. Every day, I wake up, with not much sleep, knowing of the tiring labour that is to come. Stitching, weaving, mending, spinning, harvesting and nursing. It’s no wonder waking up at 3 am isn’t a problem for me. My husband practically has it the same. He must go out to the lord’s farm, tending to the crops and plants. We both hate the summer season. Since he has to work, from dusk to dawn, his work hours will be longer. And now we’ll have to work harder since there is a lot of harvest in summer.

When I was younger, I went down to his Florida office and learned what he did.

Over the course of my short life, I have been to every imaginable world. Of course, these simply exist in my mind. My mind, that tends to wander off to more places than anyone has ever been to. Using my mind as an example I have decided that I want to break out and travel the world, as many people on this planet do for one simple reason. They believe that by getting lost it is possible to find yourself. Questioning this theory that many seem to have engraved into their mind, I went on an adventure this summer with my favorite person in the universe, my grandmother. We got lost, believe me when I say this, yet instead of finding myself, I left with even more questions. Prague, a small city on a big planet, seemed to have the greatest impact on the thoughts that wander inside my head.

I used to complain about the way my life was. I would whine and cry, but I never did anything more than that. Until the day I realized I didn't want to live that way anymore, then everything changed. You see my life wasn't perfect, it isn't perfect, and will never be perfect. There was a point in my life when I felt like it had to be perfect because unfortunately I was cursed as a perfectionist. I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted things to work exactly the way I wanted, but then one day I woke up. I realized that's not how the world works and I was going to have to get used to it. It was very complicated at first but in a way, I was able to get used to it. Of course, I still get, obsessive over things but I have found ways to overcome that.

After my wife passed away, I didn’t think there was much more meaning in my life. I knew eventually everybody passed from old age and I didn’t have much time left in my own life but I had hoped that what little I did have I could spend with my beloved wife, Ruth. We had been married 52 years before the angel of death came and took away my light in the middle of the night. At least she had passed silently and painlessly.

It all started on December 6th, 2002. Nicholas Andrew Hulbert was born at 12:53AM at the St Providence Hospital. I was born into a world full of unknowns. “Let’s name him Nicholas, since today is Saint Nicholas day!”. My father yelped as my mother was holding me in the blue baby cloud blanket that I was wrapped in. Although I do not remember anything about my life before the age of 6, memories show that I had done a lot in that short span of my lifetime. When I was 3 my father Eric traveled a lot, he ran his business and had to go on a lot of business trips. My dad was a scrawny guy, but he definitely had a dad belly from all the beer and wine he drank. My mother was not the same as she is now. She definitely was a lot more healthy and fit. She went out with friends often and actually had a steady job. She had long brown luscious hair Occasionally, my mother would take off work and then we’d get to go with my father on his business trips. It wasn’t very often but those were the good days, when my parents were together happily without family drama or issues and maybe the fact that they were actually together. I wonder what it would be like now if they were still together. But aside from that, when I was 4 according to my parents I was silent, and I barely did anything. I was just your average baby with soft skin and a big ass.Then around the age of 5 I started talking again and was back to normal. Not much happened in the time that I was 5, just a regular life no fun

People never realize how special things are until they are gone. My grand aunt, Aunt Mim, used to always give us 5 dollar bills with a little red heart in the corner for our birthdays. Of course, us children didn’t think much of it, we would spend it right away for a new toy or a bag of candy. We were all very close to our Aunt Mim when we were kids, we’d spend a week in the summer with her, all of our cousins too. Aunt Mim wasn’t like an ordinary adult, she was fun and loved to break the rules. We would roll down all the hills we saw when we were out, ignoring all the people staring. But as we grew older, Aunt Mim was diagnosed with breast cancer and was soon admitted into the hospital.

So alone, so lost, so confused and extremely scared out of my mine. I had no control of my life and I felt empty. How could you tell someone you messed up so bad that it could end your life and your dreams are out of the door without them judging you. I made the biggest mistake of my life. He was the biggest mistake of my life.