I never thought my parents would get in a divorce. In fact, when I was younger I did not think parents ever got divorced. I was very upset and I felt like the whole thing was my fault. When I started fifth grade, I used to get dismal about the divorce and it started to affect my behavior at home and at times, it would even affect my attitude at school. My mom informed the school counselor and arranged for me to meet with the counselor weekly to express how I was feeling.
My mother kept breaking down into tears and my father kept comforting her, and I assumed that it was just a result of my behavior and that it wasn’t a big deal. If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t really care what was wrong. I was blinded by nostalgia and I focused more on the people I had just left behind than the people who had been there for me for the entirety of my life right in front of me. The six hour drive home that followed was miserable, as I refused to talk to anyone. My parents made multiple efforts to begin conversation, as they were curious how the program went.
I meant so little to him, I was such a nobody, he didn’t even remember my name!” (125). Likewise could’t have strong friendships either because her step mother would not allow the step children to have and friends at their house and they also could not go over to other children 's houses either. Such as when Yen Mah’s good school friend, Wu Chun-mei, invited her over multiple times for her birthday. Yen Mah wanted to go over to her house to celebrate more than anything in the world, but she could not bring herself to break Niang’s rules at first. She explains this process by saying, “For a whole week I kept making all sorts of excuses, but she was persistent.
I had no idea Jaime felt the way he did. When someone talks about suicide I cringe; I get chills, and I just feel uncomfortable talking about it .Just remembering the night of December 22nd, the call we got from my aunt saying Jaime got into an “accident.” I thought he had broken a leg or arm because he really loved to skate board. The feeling I got when I heard he passed but never imagined why or how, i was overcome with grief, a sickness in my stomach. Every time Christmas comes around, it isn’t christmas for my family. I changed as a person because not only do.
She was gone, and I had no one by my side that I felt confident enough to share with. After a little while I started doing absolutely miserably in school, lying to my mom so much, that after a certain amount of time, my teacher called her and told her everything. My mom was so shocked that she could not believe it, my lies lasted for probably about a year and after sometime she has of course forgiven me, but I was all alone through all of this again. I felt so lonely and broken that……I wanted to end my life. I went to the extent of writing a good bye note, many times, but I always stopped myself, believing and on some level knowing that I had to fight and that I had to live at least for my mom, because she does for me.
Unlike my father, my mother is very strict. When I was a teenager, my mother would punish me for simple mistakes. I remember her spanking my brothers and me for not cleaning the dishes well. One the other hand my father do not believe in spanking children. As a child, I loved going to my father’s house for the weekend; he would let me get away with being disobedient.
I had missed three days of school ever since I’m first day of sophomore because I told my mum I was too sick to go. While this was true, I couldn’t even choke down any food these days, I knew it was because of my fears and not my illness. It was the first day of sophomore, I’m glad that freshman year was over and a new year had come, but I finally got myself a boyfriend, that’s totally not in the cards. As I pace around the hallway panicky searching for Luke, Alexis parade into the hallway, red lipsticks on, high heeled stilettos clack echoed against the marble floors and granite walls, along with her crowd of ‘friends’. Her steps were closer, clack click clack click she was towards my direction, I scrambled through my books in the locker and lumbered away, the echoing sound of her steps sped.
Personal Memoir: I barely got to experience the joy of growing up with my Grandfather by my side. I was only 13 when he got taken away from us on a gloomy Wednesday afternoon. We'd all been anxiously waiting for Baba to come home for dinner after spending the morning and afternoon hours protesting against the Shah. You see, our family was never really like the average Iranian family. My sisters and me did not like to wear our veils, and we all absolutely loved pop music- especially Michael Jackson.
After getting divorced, my mother’s depression worsened and she was unable to complete everyday tasks such as grocery shopping, paying bills, or taking my siblings to school. Once I recognized the need for these tasks, I took the initiative to take care of them. When schoolwork and volleyball practices increased, I found myself unable to take care of my family which resulted in guilt. Ultimately, I quit the volleyball team because I felt responsible for taking care of my mom and younger siblings. I felt as if I needed to get a job so I could begin financially providing for them as well.
Reflective essay I don’t have much conscious memory about my mother and father separating, as I was extremely young. I guess you could say I am thankful for this now. However I do remember my mother hysterically crying one night and during one of their quarrels. My mother and father now tell me that this memory has been fabricated. They never fought when I was near, they say.