Worn Worlds : Clothes, Mourning, And The Life Of The Things

When I was 14 and my brother was 11 years old my mom got an opportunity to teach in United states of America and she had to leave us for a while I was surprised by hearing the news I was sad and unhappy. Before leaving to America, she promised us that she would return to India. We were so exhilarated as we were going to see and fly to a new country, and I was also euphoric that nobody is there to stop me from doing anything because my dad was really fun loving, caring, and friendly person and my mom was totally opposite she is strict, disciplined person we were very much grateful to our dad he took care of us with lot of patience

My father left my mother as a young immigrant, he left me at a young age, I only had my mother and my little sister. I couldn’t imagine the world without them, so when I discovered I could potentially lose my mother, I almost fell apart.

My Mom wanted to be there but she had no choice. She at the time left a three year old and I at the time was ten years old so I had to step up and take care him. My Dad would always be at work at times my older Sister would also help but ever since then I just felt like a Mom. Growing up it was just me and my little Brother. I missed out a lot as a kid because I had a big responsibility in my hands. When I got out of Elementary I was barely going to school. My grades were bad, my attendance even worse, and it was all because I didn’t care anymore. Being in school, I was always either late, skipping

We usually pay more attention to the inner core of human beings, but clothing is not simply an outfit that covers out bodies—it indeed delivers a strong message to the society. A particular style of clothing marks the fashion of an era or a culture, but sometimes there is more historical context and material politics behind it. Clothing is not superficial; it represents identity and dignity of a group of people. According to Miller’s “Why Clothing is not Superficial”, clothing gives us “such dignity, glamour and refinement”, and they “actually were what made us think what we think we are” (Miller). It sometimes may have a unique appearance but it could be a powerful challenge to the public memory and hegemonic forces.

But my aunt stepped up and helped and took the ‘’mother’’ role which helped out alot and made things better. Eventually we started to call her mom and looked at her as our mother since our mom was not there. A few years went passed and I was 13 years old. I get a phone call from a random number and when I answered it I was shocked because it was my mom on the other end of the phone. She broke the news that her sister died and she was catching a flight back here to attend the funeral and she wanted to see me and my brother. Me and my brother both agreed to spend time with her once she got off her flight and got to my grandmother’s house. Once she got home she had good news for me and my brother and that news was that she was staying home and she was not going back to

When my parents became separated, I lived with my mom most of the time. Since her priority was her business, she would come home late every night. Found myself home alone mostly every day and night. My mother got very sick because of the stress she obtained from working

On January 5, 2009 my father pasted away. He and I did not have the typical father-son relationship; we did not have a relationship at all. I presumed that it would have a little if any affect on me. However, as the semester continued, it seemed to get worse. Besides my father’s passing, several weeks later my grandmother was diagnosed with dementia. It was difficult for me to deal with, but it was more difficult for my mother to handle.

We relied on each other for homework help and emotional support, things we couldn’t receive from an absent parent and virtually no friends, due to an inability to get out of the house alone. After 2 years of this passed by, my mother became so fed up with developing insomniatic sleep habits and watching her children growing up so fast that she sacrificed her bedroom and opened up a home daycare. While it felt good to relax and finally become a child again, nothing was the same

My mom had been going to school in Virginia and staying at my Aunt Ana’s house. She had been away for two weeks and wanted to come home for the weekend. My mom had suggested that I go back with her and visit

We would wake up at six in the morning to wait for our dear mom to take us two blocks to school. Arriving, I could feel all the eyes on me as I got the wheelchair out of the trunk. It made me want to go back home. We would often be late because of this situation. Yet, I didn't want to tell any of my teachers because it was personal, and for the most part, I didn't even know how to explain it to myself. Picking her up from all her classes caused me to fall behind in some of my classes. Yet, I still continued to be strong and not let home interfere with

I began to help my mom around the house. I had to learn how to cook a proper meal when I was seven years old, do laundry among other things to give my mom some relief. One day, when I was nine years old, my grandmother shared the news of my father’s departure to the U.S and that he did so to give me a better chance. It was heavy news for me, and as an emotional child I cried with my grandma and felt sad that from now on I was not going to get the occasional visit from him. As a teenager in the process of growing into a man, you think you need a father figure, a man perspective, advice on things that life throw at you, it was clear that I didn’t have that anymore. I was fortunate to have my mother and my grandmother to teach me right and wrong; the rest was pretty much up to me.

Throughout my ‘through the wardrobe’ interview i came across many different themes in which i wanted to explore, one of these themes was the link between gender and dress, how dress can be used to alter or express ones gender. gender is one of the most talked about controversies of the late 20th and early 21st centuries, mainly the fight for equality. gender refers to the socially and culturally constructed differences between a male and a female and fashion is a device that can be used to reject, explore, portray define confirm your gender, sexuality and personality. through dress we can communicate who we are or who we want to be, even the lack of fashion can say something about us. i wish to explore gender boundaries; how they have changed

In 1983 I really did not have any thought on how my mother must have felt when I left home. I was happy, I found myself a job away from home. By reading the chapter and the link that I have attached on this subject, it gave me a different perspective on how my mother must have felt when I left home and why she became very depressed. Unknown to me back then, she was grieving and was unable to cope with her loneliness.

Clothing is often discussed yet rarely understood being as it tells a lot about a person, but no one looks closely enough to truly understand what it is being expressed through a person’s way of dress. In a movie when the protagonist attempts to become someone new, their appearance is usually the first, and usually, only thing that is changed. This is easily recognized as normal when watching because as human beings, we tend to make known either the change within or the need to change what is within by changing what is on the outside first. Since clothing not only contributes to how the world views us, but furthermore, the way we view ourselves, it is fitting that

Every morning I still wake up thinking that she is there drinking her tea in her room , watching tv. Then suddenly the truth comes rushing up to me and I realize that it is just a dream hanging around me still, and a cold despair fall upon me. I feel empty inside. My mother’s death was a really sobering experience I’ve passed through. It was the most devastating loss in my life.