Holes Bleeding Knuckles, tear drops falling and the realization of happiness; this fellow readers, is the day I lost my childhood. As far as I can remember I heard people say “You are just a kid, you will know when you get older” which is non-sense because I am mature and have been for many, many years. I could’ve understood but I was left out in the darkness in a land full of un-known details, like always. As soon as I saw my father’s big, boney, hairy hands ball up and hit the old floral wallpaper I did understand; no one ever thought a child could but I did. I was not a kid for long, my childhood was robbed with violence, crying and losing the “Perfect Family” image. The “Perfect Family” image would be defined as a loving mother and father
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As soon as I got up I saw the gray, bluish cotton like object floating all in the sky. Even when the sky’s are dark I thought they were still beautiful; When I heard some screaming I opened up my soft spoken wooden door trying to be as quiet as I could. I tip-toes to a corner I knew they could not see me in; I was in the middles of the living room and the kitchen. I was hiding, in the strawberry shortcake pajamas; thinking of what this fight would be about. I lean in on the floral wall paper and watch my father and mother go at it again. I here the screaming the yelling but the worst part is when he hits the wall two times. I was scared, stunned, sadden, and angry. My father did the action so why does he get to be so angry? He broke the family we were supposed to have. I was no longer a child then, I realized not everything is about happy rainbows, or the last unicorn it is about going through thingsd that will change you for the worse or better. I am not sure if my change was good or bad, I lost my whole childhood at four years …show more content…
He cheated, and then cannot take reasonability for it; he needed to be a man I thought. No words could explain how I felt, I mean I was a four year old just coming out of child-mined care. I see now that things happen for a reason; God had a plan. He did cane me, my mom and my father for the best. I would still love to have the “Perfect Family” but I know that will never happen. I am 15 now still more mature than half the people my age. Most of them have not felt real pain or loss yet; but when me and my mom packed our things up in the little house down in Harlem I did feel it. I knew it was going to be hard I knew that we could never get things back to how they use to be. For years I have been struggling not to tell my father that I wish he did not do it but would that make him hate me like he does my mom? It is just all very messy in my mind. I will never forget that day though from the cotton like clouds to the screaming and to the holes in the wall. I lost my
As soon as I got up I saw the gray, bluish cotton like object floating all in the sky. Even when the sky’s are dark I thought they were still beautiful; When I heard some screaming I opened up my soft spoken wooden door trying to be as quiet as I could. I tip-toes to a corner I knew they could not see me in; I was in the middles of the living room and the kitchen. I was hiding, in the strawberry shortcake pajamas; thinking of what this fight would be about. I lean in on the floral wall paper and watch my father and mother go at it again. I here the screaming the yelling but the worst part is when he hits the wall two times. I was scared, stunned, sadden, and angry. My father did the action so why does he get to be so angry? He broke the family we were supposed to have. I was no longer a child then, I realized not everything is about happy rainbows, or the last unicorn it is about going through thingsd that will change you for the worse or better. I am not sure if my change was good or bad, I lost my whole childhood at four years …show more content…
He cheated, and then cannot take reasonability for it; he needed to be a man I thought. No words could explain how I felt, I mean I was a four year old just coming out of child-mined care. I see now that things happen for a reason; God had a plan. He did cane me, my mom and my father for the best. I would still love to have the “Perfect Family” but I know that will never happen. I am 15 now still more mature than half the people my age. Most of them have not felt real pain or loss yet; but when me and my mom packed our things up in the little house down in Harlem I did feel it. I knew it was going to be hard I knew that we could never get things back to how they use to be. For years I have been struggling not to tell my father that I wish he did not do it but would that make him hate me like he does my mom? It is just all very messy in my mind. I will never forget that day though from the cotton like clouds to the screaming and to the holes in the wall. I lost my