The day was October 8, 2006 was the day. I am waiting in the hospital and I do not know what to expect. I have every feeling that a 7 year old boy could have possibly have at that moment. I think within an hour period I had felt excitement, tiredness, disbelief, jealousy, love, hatred, and every feeling in between. I wanted this moment to happen but I also did not want my life to change either. I had heard stories of things like this from kids on the playground about how I will be forgotten about forever. I did not want this to be true but it sat in the forefront of my mind. Every one of those thoughts changed that day though. First though, lets begin a few days prior when the story starts to unfold.
The day is October 6, 2006 now and like
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My dad had come now and asked, “Why are you smiling?” I just shrug my shoulders in response. After talking to the principal for quite some time they called me into his office and said, “We are not mad at you because we understand why you did it but you still have consequences for this. So we agreed that we are giving you a week of detention once your brother is born.” I was lost as to why they were so gentle with me on this but, they knew why I had done this to just get attention.
That night my dad and I had a talk about what I had done. My dad said, “Your mom and I will love you forever and you will always have a special place in our heart because you’re are first child nothing will change that. Your new sibling though will have a special place too because he is our last child. We will love you both the same.” That was the reassurance I needed. That was when my whole mood changed towards my brother.
That night we went up to the hospital and stayed. Nothing had happened so I was confused if my sibling would ever come out. Now it is October 7,2006 and I am still waiting for my sibling to come into the world. So my grandparents saw that I was hungry and took me out to eat and told me this may be the last time we get to do this but it will still be fun. We then returned to the hospital to
There are many things that could happen in a person’s life that could cause change. Some changes could bring joy to their lives and some could bring sadness to their lives. However, the event that changed my life was coming to America. I knew I was going to a whole new world full of dreams, success, and opportunities which was going to change everything. Moving from India to America has taught me how to respect other people, be more responsible, and be more loving towards friends and families.
It was the middle of summer when it happened. I was about 9 years old and my mom and dad had just called me into my mom’s room. I had had a medical procedure about a couple of weeks before hand so I wasn’t surprised when they said it was about the results. They started talking to me about the results when they finally told me the main thing that had showed up.
He began to trust me despite his resistance. No longer was I the unwanted older sister; I was a teacher and a friend. Despite annoyances and difficulties, we also became brother and sister. Unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances, he had to leave us.
I still remember July 31, 2015 like it was yesterday. I was lying in bed at five in the morning, contemplating the day I had ahead of me on a warm summer morning. Hearing a knock on my bedroom door, my mom walked in and whispered that she was leaving for the hospital with my dad. All I could manage to do was hug her. My mom was scheduled to be induced to have my youngest brother, Andrew.
Living in a place where you don’t know if stepping on your porch, or going to get your mail may be the last day of your life. I come from a very happy family but a very cruel world, everything that looks good is not good. Momma always told me no matter how bad a situation is I can drop to my knees and God will be there, and wherever I am his angels are always with me, so fear was rare. Often African Americans couples are not together, my mother and sisters father split up in the year of 2011. She was married to my sibling’s father for 17 years.
On January 1,2011 the tornado sirens are blaring. Storm is going back and forth like a rollercoaster. The smell of wood flying through the air. Seeing my moms head almost getting taken of by a walmart roof, it was as scary as a horror movie that almost came to life. Getting home my mom comes down stairs after the storm passes and said “I’m pregnant” all of us where in shock because we thought she was joking.
They assured us it was nothing we did, but completely their own choice. I stood next to my brother, who had tears streaming down his face. I felt like I had to stay strong for my brother's sake, so I could reassure him that everything would be okay. But deep down I was hurting just like he was. After meeting in the kitchen, my brother and I went to our rooms.
So with that being said, my mother and father of my children held my legs and I started to push. Feeling every single thing! Her coming down my birth now, feeling her shoulders and head it was very intense. My blood pressure and CO2 levels were dropping very low so I had to have an oxygen mask on.
I started crying thinking this is my last time with everyone. Was I going to come back? Why isn’t my other siblings coming? but all I knew was it was me and my dad. It’s been four year since i have seen a part of my family.
That 's when the pain kicked in. I started panicking and crying. My dad took me and got the car ready to take me to the hospital. When we got to the surgery room it took 2 doctors, mom, dad, and a nurse to hold me down because that 's how much it hurt.
At this time of year, I begin to look back at my life after 12 hard years of schooling. Throughout the course of my life, there have been many ups and downs, but these up and downs is what made me who I am today. These influences have shaped my values, attitudes and beliefs towards life. There have been many important people and events that has impacted my life. One of which is family and the media.
I can still remember like it was yesterday the day my son was born. The feelings leading up to the day he was born were the most nerve racking days of my life. On August 27th 2015 me and my wife sat at home expecting the our son any moment. My mother was also with us and was there to help us after the baby was born. As the day went by the house filed with boredom and the feeling of nervousness, and outside being gray and rainy I knew that it wasn 't a beach day.
. One time that I was encouraged was during karate. Everybody was seeing how many jump kicks each person can do without stopping. People went one-by-one. I as the seventh one to go do the kicks.
Our father was in the hospital room with all of us. I asked a relative and she was in labor for 9 hours, before she gave birth. Her daughter came out but first instead of the head coming out. The father and her mother was in the hospital room. The last lady I asked had a natural birth.
Seeing him, being able to talk to his family, and hear his story just broke my heart. I remember thinking how selfish of me; I get mad about making a B on a test or when something so simple doesn’t go my way. That day I learnt how thankful I should be that I can still move, talk, and enjoy life. I learnt not to focus on the little things that don’t go my way and to focus on the things that I do have and how thankful I should be for them.