Arriving home from school, being picked up by his neighbors, “At two o’ clock our neighbors drove me home”(3). He heard the devastating news that someone died in his family. Upon arriving home, “In the porch I met my crying father”(4), showed how death can causes so much trauma and confusion. His father crying,…
"I'm so sorry, sir." The woman finished. Judson didn't reply, he was too heartbroken and shocked. Without saying anything he rushed away, back home. As soon as he arrived he sat down, a million thoughts going through his head. What kind of big brother was he? He didn't even know about his sister dying. Now he has no family at all, no one who cares about him, he doesn't even have any friends. No one cares... The one person who he loved and who loved him back died two months ago, and he didn't even know. He didn't have any future plans either, what's the point now? He had no one to live for or with. Judson thought about all these things and more, wallowing in despair.…
My father had disappeared before my birth, and my mother never mentioned a single thing about him. Whenever she mentioned him, she did so out of spite and resentment. My mother and I lived happily together, singing and laughing at the things Grover’s Corners had for us. As I grew up, however, my mother changed from the sweet, kind person I had known to a cynical old woman who smoked cigarettes constantly. The mother I used to sing church hymns with had long disappeared, replaced by a vicious woman who considered her son as nothing more than a hindrance.…
Hatred is defined as deep and emotional extreme dislike that can be directed against individuals, entities, objects, or ideas. Rex Walls, husband and father of four, was a man with a full plate from the get-go and encountered countless problematic situations and mishaps throughout his entire life. These circumstances and more is what led him to become a heavy alcoholic therefore titling him unsuitable and unfit to raise and take care of a family and finally bringing upon himself his own destruction.…
As I was growing up I would always try to break free, from all the violence going on around my neighborhood. After graduating elementary school, I saw the world entirely differently. Entering my sophomore year in high school I began to get caught up with the kids outside of my school. My grandmother came from Dominican Republic in 2010. She was my back bone for my motivation. The relationship I had with her was unbreakable. In 2012 all that was taken away from me when she passed away. I was so devastated that I thought my world ended I was in disbelief. The world took a pause until I took it all in. I was in such pain that all I wanted to do was hurt everyone else around me. I felt empty. A black cloud was over me that day and for the rest of the year. I decided to stop attending school. I found no reason to keep going on in life anymore. This was the worst low imaginable; now I needed time to figure myself out without my grandma.…
"The Masque of the Red Death," by Edgar Allan Poe begins with the introduction of Prospero and his kingdom which has been stricken by the Red Death. Prospero took a large amount of his healthy friends and locked them into his castle with him to protect them from the Red Death. Prospero holds a ball with his friends however, it is unexpectedly interrupted by a mysterious ghoul-like figure. Prospero attempts to remove the figure by attacking it himself which only leads to his demsie. When the people attacked the figure out of fear of what happened to Prospero they came to find it wasn't a human under the costume at all, it was the Red Death itself. In Edgar Allan Poe's story "The Masque of the Red Death," he used many different literary devices however, three he used more than others. Edgar used a great amount symbolism, the most important being the colored rooms, he also uses irony within his characters to bring about the death, and finally a main theme of death to tie everything together.…
All I could hear was the screaming of my mother's voice, yelling at me to do the housework. All I could think about is why my father needed to go on this oh so important ‘business trip’ of his. She, just like all of the other times this has happened, begins comparing me to my older brothers. “He is so…
I cannot imagine the heart-breaking anguish three-year-old Robbie experienced as he realized that his mother had left him in care in an American orphanage. With no determined or date of return, his mother drifted in and out of his life as he struggled to grasp hold of any sense of normality, security, or love.…
My mom yelled “dinner!”, and I sat down in our little kitchen. It was November 15, and it was colder than usual. Both of my parents were looking at me, a sadness covering their face in a way that is hard to describe. I noticed the tears in their eyes. They were squeezing each other’s hands, telling me how much they loved me and wanted me to have everything that life could ever offer. “I know”. The only words that came out of my mouth. Everything was so quiet, and not in a peaceful way. It was like the silence before the storm. My thoughts started to wander. The last time a silence like that was covering our kitchen was the day I found out that my brother was dead- brutally killed by a bomb on his way to school.…
August 9, 2009 marks the tragic night that you left my life. I had just gone to bed, after a wonderful day full of birthday wishes. The last time I saw you alive, you had a drunken smile on your face and a Heineken bottle in your left hand. Half an hour after I had fallen asleep, mom shouted and banged on my door, awakening me from my slumber. Assuming that she was acting bizarre, I thought nothing of it, as I attempted to fall back asleep. Before I knew it, she returned and screeched that you, Dad, stopped breathing; you had departed in your sleep. After that night, I was picking up the pieces of the emotional disaster that was our family.…
I remember how my mother used to be. She used to work hard, very hard. She sacrificed herself for us father, and I am not her and I can’t be like her here. I will always be her daughter here, not a woman. Daughter of a ghost! I am leaving father, although with sorrow in my heart, I am leaving. I am running away with Frank. I will be safe, Frank will take care of me. I will be far, very far away. I will have a house and a husband. People will respect me. I will have a life, a life of my own. I’ve made so many sacrifices father: To you, to children, to the store; but I never got anything in exchange. After all that time a gentleman who appreciates me comes along and you father forbade me to see him. I can’t die in this house father, this house already has a ghost.…
his mother until the age of 16, in his story he said he felt a lot of…
It’s a story that many people have lived through, from one side or the other. You’re a child in a busy department store, tethered to your mother’s side by her firm grip on your hand, your eyes constantly drawn left and right by the colorful displays. She lets go to grab something or talk to a salesperson, and you see an exciting toy or stuffed animal and run to it. After playing with it for a few minutes you try to walk back, but your mother is gone. First a wave of confusion hits you, but it is quickly overcome by dread. You are alone and lost in a sea of noise and people.…
When her father came up to her room after he finished his work, she started telling him all what made her feel bad this afternoon and how much time passed slowly. He gave her many options ,he also told her that Emma might read to her but she didn’t accept and she shook her head which means NO. she liked his sister just of what he said about his sister. She always wanted peace but on the other side she is afraid and panicked. She had no choice just to sit down and pray to be better. Father is taking her the first step even when she don’t see the whole staircase . in her deepest darkest moments what she really got through is praying. Sometimes her prayer was “help me” and sometimes her prayer was “thank you”. What she discovered is that intimate and connection and communication with her father well always get her thorough. Because she know her support and her help are just a prayer away. The time feels lonely is the time she most need to be by her self. She torched the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted according to her graces she had received and let her know not…
In the end, he cannot find a single person to listen to his story. He is extremely frustrated that no one will give him the time or day to listen to his story and care about his feelings. This is a sad story of an exhausted man, who is unstable and needs to get his feelings out. I feel that story can be related many today, who are dealing with the same situations. The author of this story did not say much about a mother or any other family members, therefore, grieving by oneself will drive him crazy.…