Running and shouting could be heard and I knew my mom had found another phone. Finally, it was the last straw, there was no chance my mother was going to stick around with my sister’s behavior. On Sunday evening after mass, I was told that I was going to have a sleepover with my friend Jiana, but as soon got into the car I said, “okay Mom, Where are we going really?” It turned out I was going to my Godmother 's house for the night while my sister was going to be sent away. Afraid that my sister would run away, my mom didn 't tell her about her being sent away, but I knew it was for the best for her mental and physical health. Later that night Nicole was awoken by my mom and was escorted to the trouble for girls camp.
Sal says, “When mother had been there, I was like a mirror. If she was sad, I was sad. For the first few days, I felt numb non-feeling. I didn’t know how to feel. I would find myself looking around for her, to see what I might want to feel.
“For how long did she say I will get to stay there and when do I leave” I asked “She said she will need help for the whole summer so you will leave right away when school ends” answered mom That summer changed me into a better person. Before I got the exciting news about me babysitting I was always shy and did not talk much. But since I did not know anyone except my great aunt Maria, I was so scared and I honestly did not know what or who to expect. All I knew was that the couple had three kids; a one year old, a two year old, and a twelve year old. Since I did not know how they looked and I had only talked to Bob on the phone once, so I decided to look him up on
She sees so much of my personality in his and I never would have thought this to be true before. That day was almost 10 years ago, and every September 1st that has passed has reminded me of how lucky I am. When I look back, remembering all of my fears, a new thought always pops up in my mind; how different it would be if he wasn't here. The laughter would be less, the house would be emptier, and our lives would not consist of so much joy. I matured at such a young age; from changing diapers and preparing formula to now driving to soccer practice and having lightsaber battles on a daily basis.
My father asked me to take charge and take care of my younger siblings, since I am the oldest, while he and my mother went to the emergency. I didn’t know whether to cry or to scream. I didn’t know who to point fingers at nor who to cry to. I felt numb, with my throat heavy and my head spinning fast. I grabbed onto the sofa and sat, while my siblings looked terrified and upset.
Mama was really upset with me. I ran across this long road and there were cars coming at me, but I just closed my eyes and ran really, really fast. It was so much fun! When mama finally found me, she was crying but told me she was glad I was okay and to never scare her like that again. I just wanted to be outside, I didn 't mean to scare mama.
Just when I thought I lost hope, she would say she was coming soon, but when time ran out, all my feelings of hopelessness came back. I felt almost as if I had lost something I never
I will never forget how much I cried that night and she was just there consoling me through a screen. Even though it may seem weird, it was the best consolation I ever got. We started talking again and we talked without holding anything back. Keep in mind, we still have never met in person, only through webcams. I guess in a way this felt safer to us because we both had issues with the outside world.
I spent a whole summer without my best friend by my side. She was with me through thick and thin. After every school day she was there to greet me as I was getting off the school bus all the way up to the end of middle school. Every day I would wake up, get ready to go to school and go outside to tell her good morning, but on May 15, 2015 my best friend of 13 years was taken from me. It has been three and a half months since I have been able to talk to her and give her loving hugs.
It's a sad sentence to say right? Try having to hear from a complete stranger tell you that your mom doesn’t want you anymore. Even though my mom was as awful as she was before she let me go, everyone always reminded me of how stoked my mom was while she was pregnant, but years after I was born I watched her slowly wither away. Day after day she would come home at all hours of the night bringing home groups of people at a time. They loved to pick on me and throw me around, but they had no idea what they were doing, they weren't in their right mind to understand they were picking on