The Story Of My Life

Remus stood with back against the wall and his arms folded across his chest, as I sat on the floor across from him, reading out of my Charms book. We sat in silence for a while, it was a nice silence, a comfortable silence, the kind that you can only have with a friend, you know. It’s like, neither of you feel the need to say anything, but you don’t mind the lack of talking, because you’re just enjoying being with them. Remus is one of the few people I can have this kind of silence with.

My bed had never been more comfortable and I was asleep before my head hit the pillow: “Raine, why are you crying?” Vivian asked. “It’s nothing...really. Daddy just yelled at me and I’m a little upset,” I mumble, wiping my eyes. Concern

Living in a house for eight years straight, sometimes you tend to forget about some things. Maybe it’s the odor of your three-year-old puppy who sleeps on your couch day-in and day-out, or your crumbled up bed sheets that your mom tells you to fix every morning. It could even be the sweet fragrance of homemade cinnamon rolls that fill your body up to the brim with happiness and joy. But for me, the shouts and yells were never drowned out. I started to think it was normal that roars echoed all about a considerable amount of times. Nothing would change, but like the hollers, I will never forget the day my life shattered into a million pieces. It had been a million degrees that day and the grass was starting to die off.

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.

My life has been the same for three years. Yes that's right three years. Ever since my dad has left life geot me and my mom pretty good. My Dad left me and my Mom when I was five so I really have no memory of him at all. Then when I was eleven the worst thing happened. My mom got super sick. At that time life got pretty hard. My mom had a hard time keeping up with her job and eventually her house payments. When I was thirteen my Mom was permanently moved into a hospital my mom had assistance by nurses until I was seventeen. The doctors still couldn't figure out what was wrong with my mom so they sent us home and told us that eventually my mom would die. I've been my mom's personal assistant and nurse know for over a year and I knew what needed to happen. I decided for my mom’s sake and mine to move to Ccleveland, Ohio and leave our little city in India behind in hopes to find out what's wrong with my mom. I wish my life was easier.. I wish I had a more normal life but no I’m lLike a nurse that doesn't get paid. I wish I had more freedom.

In my life, there’s have been a lot of ups and downs in the little eighteen years that I have. Each one of them have been something important and life changing for me. When we go through hard things in life, I think that we learn more of it than from the good things. And what may see as a bad thing could be the best thing that ever happen to you. Changes can represent risks, fear, and challenges, but they are the best thing to do if you want your life to be better or go in a different way. We only must make the best out of it, and that’s what I did when I came to this country.

I was born with a curious mind. When I was four years old, I enjoyed dissecting insects. It was fun exploring the structures of living organisms. Sometimes the grasshoppers I caught will blow a black liquid bubble from their mouths, which looked like it permanently stained the grass hopper’s upper body when popped. That practice sounds cruel, but I wanted to know the physical differences between humans and arthropods. During that same age, the importance of religion intrigued me. I wondered the reason people devoted themselves entirely to a religious book, that according to the religious believers, was created by God. My mom always told me, “God is a God, because he has never performed a sin”. After my mom telling me those controversial words, I did not understand why my Catholic Bible book said that the people who have broken some of the ten testaments from the Bible would go to hell. Why would they go to hell? I thought God supposed to always do the right thing, but not forgiving someone is the wrong thing, right? Clearly, religion was a very confusing topic to me when I was a girl.

Everyone in high school has a story to tell…how they ran for a jaw-dropping touchdown, had a dream date with the prettiest girl, or got the highest score on a physics test. I’m truly happy for them and without prejudice, I can relate because even as a high school junior, I had my share. Although, I still wonder if any of their stories will be as everlasting: If their episodes had a genuine impact on their lives. Without a doubt, my story has changed my life forever; as it has with my view towards others, my approach to challenges, overcoming fears, adversity, and even ridicule. Above all, it invigorated belief in myself.

Everyone’s journey is a unique one, and that’s what makes us special. I might only be twenty-six years old, but I have had a lot of experiences. From people and athletics to jobs and education, they all have taught me something. Without being intentional and taking risks, you won’t discover new things about yourself, and you won’t lead a happy and fulfilling life.

My mother enters the room and sits in the chair across from me. As I look at her I cannot help but think that I actually do not know anything about this woman in front of me. I ask her to tell me anything I may not know, an interesting fact or a childhood memory. I ask her to tell me her life story. Duana Gaye Juneau grew up as the youngest of seven children. Her parents were hard workers. Because her father was a farmer and her mother was a nurse, she grew up understating what hard work does for a person. Duana’s father instilled the idea, “anything is possible”. With tears in her eyes she explains the effect these three words have had on her life and career. Today, as she spoke of her father. She tells me the fond memories she has of driving the tractor and feeding chickens, and pigs while growing up. My grandfather taught her that if she worked hard she would greatly succeed in life.

My story is one that starts before birth. After all I was born in 30 weeks. My mom(Bella), had a difficult pregnancy. At 5 months and half Bella started bleeding. The doctor’s found out that she had full placenta praevia. Full placenta praevia is complication in which the placenta is inserted partially or wholly in lower uterine segment. This blocks the baby to be born naturally and causes the mother bleeding. Bella would bleed every day and was in the emergency room five times because of the constant bleeding. The fifth and final time Bella fainted and found herself in the hospital.

As layla paced back and forth along the sea shore she became deeper in thought how could someone that vowed to love and protect me hurt me? She didn’t quit understand it back then but, she does now.

I don’t remember being created, but I suppose that no one really does. I do remember moving to where I currently live though. I remember his hands gripping my frame, and the look on his face. His smile was spread wide from the cheek to cheek, revealing a set of teeth that was no longer whole. The sun shone orange off of the whites of his eyes and revealed little specks of green and gold where they otherwise looked like mud. He talked, but he wasn’t talking to me. I suppose that creators rarely speak directly to what they created. “Maybe I’ll actually be able to sell this one. I really think I might be able to.” He took a few steps backward across the hard wooden floor before placing his hands, his thin fingers, in contorted forms against

My story starts here. I was at Sisters Chicken working my shift with one hour left to go until the end of it. I actually enjoyed working here; the people and staff were very nice. I liked how the walls were painted in a bright blue, but it wasn’t too bright. I was sitting at one of the bigger booths in the back cleaning it after customers had just finished eating. I hated being the one to cleanup. I would much rather be a waitress, I thought.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.