At this point in time my mother and I weren 't as close as we are now. When I thought I had hit my lowest point, I kept it to myself. I knew my mother already had her own issues and I didn 't believe what I was feeling was a big deal. I don 't remember exactly everything that happened, but I do remember the constant fighting and crying. My stepdad, we call him Johnson, had been lying to my mom about a handful of things and it was causing them to argue.
Matthew, For question one, I was quite surprised that the story did not shock you with its ending. The beginning of the story simply seemed to tell a story of a road trip a family took. I had no idea that The Misfit would come along and end up killing the entire family. However, once The Misfit came along, I was definitely weary of the story would end. When he showed up and began talking with the grandmother it was evident he was emotionally distraught.
Being in their midst put him in an immediate bad mood, and when he was in a bad mood, things died. The only saving grace, at the moment, was the simple fact that he was being led through a whorehouse filled with pretty smelling women. The overwhelming scent of overused and very cheap perfume definitely helped to douse the stench of any nearby bloodsucker. Not entirely gone, there is still a light touch of their filth in the air. The little worm that sprung him from prison had made it clear he was to show up at this address, on this specific date and time, or his contract of freedom would be revoked.
I need to get home to my mother,” tears streamed down his face and he continued to curse his own name. He had received a letter from his brother saying that their momma was having major trouble and wasn’t going to make it to the end of the summer. Mr. Shiftlet’s screams became louder and louder, along with the rain. “I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought that I had to make everything right with momma before she died.
It was a very sad moment when I had to say goodbye, the words didn 't even wanted to come out of my mouth. Whenever, I felt like a part of me were staying with them and that my life will not be the same. Since, I was just 12 years old and I had no idea about how leaving my country and part of my family was going to change my life, I thought that was just stupid. So that, I were angry and crying for almost one week. It is really sad and hard when you have to leave the people you lived with for 12 years and not only that, if no also leave your country without having no idea how you were going to live and how was everything in another country.
It made my stomach to turn. My mother continued to make an argument for herself. At one point she expressed that I was her child as well and protested the unfariness of the situation. Despite her pleas my fathers position on the subject was unyielding and there seemed to be something preventing him from hearing any rationality in her defense. Ultimately, my mother complied with his
We had seen the horrors of towns and heard about the camps but until now, no one could have ever guessed it would be this horrific. As we walked around one camp. T[T9] he ground was flat, as most of building had decomposed. However[T10] some pieces of buildings remained such as the red infused chimneys. They were the only things left and we knew what they had once held and that made us tear.
Talking to my grandmother last summer and seeing the pain she felt for being for not seeing her eldest son was tough. Ever since 1995, my father has not been able to see my grandmother. Certain little things we take for granted is what many others struggle on a daily base with. This is one of the many thing not only my father struggles with but also what millions other immigrants struggle with. He drives with fear everyday knowing that his fate could be similar to the hundreds of family separated .
At first, I was really confused what the woman in the story doing at night. But as the I read to the end, I was shocked and at the same time, I felt pity for her and her son. I don’t know the exact reason why she is doing the “night job”, but she was trying to save her family, her only son. However, important thing about this story is that if someone who don 't know what happen to her, he or she can easily misunderstand her decisions. It would’ve been a hard decision to make for her too.
Seeing my parents made me realize how big of a mistake I had made by leaving them. My mother said, “Thanks for coming back.” These simple words made me cry and I promised my parents to never leave them like my older brothers did. And I promised to serve and take care of them for the entire life. I had never felt guilty about the decisions till this moment but today I realized how important my parents were for me and it was my hope that made them feel weak and insecure. When I look back I realize how pointless my last two weeks were.
The following are four events which made me question my existence and meaning: A brutal father, a son filling his shoes, two loves walking away, and my personal narrative. This paper is written around the trait of losing trust, but in reality I’m telling the events which made me hate myself, and men, the most. I should have told someone about these things, but who do you tell when you can’t even trust family, and you have a new fear of masculinity? I’m not here to play the victim of a tragedy, or to make people feel sorry for me. These are my mistakes; I should have handled every event differently than I did.
Many people identify closure as an end, a conclusion, or a resolution, when in fact it should be something that is understood, accepted, and lived with. In the chapter, “The Dew Breaker,” Anne, the wife of the dew breaker, still regrets the traumatic death of her brother at the hands of her own husband. She goes on to say, “There was no way to escape this dread anymore...this fright that the most important relationships of her life were always on the verge of being severed or lost, that the people closest to her were always disappearing...These spirits, they’d left her for good... leaving behind no corpse to bury, no trace of himself at all” (Danticat 242). This suggests that Anne may never be able to forgive her husband and obtain closure from her brother’s death. She knows that she has to live with the grief that she feels for the rest of her life because of the decision she made.