My sweaty palms clenched those of my brother and sister as I thought about how there was another one of us now. I like to think that I was a pretty wise 10-year-old because even though I was the dreaded middle child, I thought I was more aware of what was happening than the other two. Of course the anticipation of having a new baby around was exciting, but my entire life I had always been one to look at both the positives and the negatives of pretty much
My fifteenth birthday started as a normal and quiet day. It all started when I woke up and checked my messages on the phone as always and I had a lot of birthday wishes and so I checked them and started the day happy. After I had a very normal weekend as all of them I went to bath myself and brush my teeth and eat as always. When I went downstairs to eat my father told me happy birthday and everything and also my mother gave me a big hug for my birthday. My father told me that i wasn’t receiving any gifts because i just got my new iphone.
Our first baby was due on Christmas Eve, and by November, we were pretty organized. Hey, we'd bought a crib and a stroller. My partner's teaching semester would end early enough that we'd have weeks to paint the baby's room, fill the freezer with meals, have evenings out... One windy night, November 13 to be exact, I woke to the house shaking. We opened the front door and a rush of tree branches burst in. A lofty maple had flattened our car like Godzilla and ripped the front porch right off.
I feel fear a lot of the time because Turning 18 is really scary actually I mean all my life I just wanted to grow up and move out especially since my dad died and once it came down to it and my sister told me that I had to because her cousin wants to sell the house. It really hit me hard. Money is a huge stressor for me , I just want to be able to have enough money to pay for a roof over my head and a car. I just want to make it
Mother’s Day I must have been 5 when this short little incidence happened. I don’t remember the story at all but this is all my family has been telling me over and over for my whole entire life, people always laugh hearing this story so I thought why not share it with you today. My nanny, my sister Marie and I were at the flower’s store and we were buying flowers for mother’s day which was today. It was early, must have been 8 or 9 in the morning but it was already a bright and sunny day of spring. When I was five I had a strong attitude, and I was really stubborn.
Depending on my parents was getting old; I have never liked being the girl who expects everything to be handed to them. I like to work for my stuff, and know I have earned it with my own hands. Having a job and being a full time student “no big deal” I thought to myself. The day where I had homework due the next day finally came and I knew I was getting home late because I worked right after school. Having no other choice I did the homework, taking me a good three hours.
I ‘v come a long way from under the table jobs, and hustling days. Don’t get me wrong I’ve always worked, just not where I had anything to show for it or not anything that was future leading. Oh yeah I’ve done door to door sells , department store sells , I just didn’t have in me to complete the task long wise. I wanted get quick work. We as people are taught do this to that, I thought as a child is being aside in an environment and in a world of different thoughts and ideas people of different color (shades of skin) height, language would be a great thing.
It was a project I wanted to begin a long time ago, but whatever. Now I’m beginning. So I woke up late, ran to school (thank you for thinking my life is a cliché). I got ‘Happy Birthday’s from here and there and the morning gathering and from my family as well. I must admit, I became happy.