Age 10:
Meanwhile, it seemed as if my parents spent at least sixty percent of their time at the courthouse. It had been almost two years since my mom’s initial filing, but it felt like eternity.
My mom woke me up one day with a smile on her face. The stress and tension that had been noticeable on her face had disappeared and been replaced with a youthful glow. She walked with me to school despite my arguments, which was slightly odd since I was a big fifth grader and did not need to be walked to school anymore. Half way through the school day I was called up to the office and told to take my things with me. This was unusual, I thought. I sat down on the comfy couch in front of the office and waited patiently. My mom arrived with the same glow …show more content…
This year’s party was Fear Factor themed and weeks had gone into planning all the “survival” activities for my friends and I. Just like every year, I was expecting an over the top, talked about for months after party. Planning parties was my mom’s specialty. As I counted down the days until my big moment, my feelings remained hidden deep inside. I blocked out any and all sadness or pain and dialed in on the idea of my perfect birthday. I was determined to make it the best one yet.
May twenty-first was filled with hectic last minute planning, decorating duties, and everything else involved in hosting. My mom remained focused on all the party madness, while I watched and listened, trying to imagine how the night would go. Images of my friends performing silly, yet exciting games and activities flashed into my head. I pictured their happy, glowing faces as they enjoyed my party. My mind slowly became sidetracked from the happy images and I began thinking about the reality of my life. I felt a sort of emotional numbness. As I sat there quietly and still while my mom and her friends hectically ran around me, all my hidden emotions began to set in. I felt the pain, guilt, loneliness, sadness, and every other feeling that I had tried to avoid. My vision became blurry and my eyes became wet with an ocean of tears. I ran into my room to avoid distracting my mom from her busy work. Lying in my bed, my pillow became my muffler. I allowed myself to scream and sob into it, hoping this would help exterminate the rest of my feelings. After about fifteen minutes of releasing my emotions, I felt well enough to join the rest of the
Meanwhile, it seemed as if my parents spent at least sixty percent of their time at the courthouse. It had been almost two years since my mom’s initial filing, but it felt like eternity.
My mom woke me up one day with a smile on her face. The stress and tension that had been noticeable on her face had disappeared and been replaced with a youthful glow. She walked with me to school despite my arguments, which was slightly odd since I was a big fifth grader and did not need to be walked to school anymore. Half way through the school day I was called up to the office and told to take my things with me. This was unusual, I thought. I sat down on the comfy couch in front of the office and waited patiently. My mom arrived with the same glow …show more content…
This year’s party was Fear Factor themed and weeks had gone into planning all the “survival” activities for my friends and I. Just like every year, I was expecting an over the top, talked about for months after party. Planning parties was my mom’s specialty. As I counted down the days until my big moment, my feelings remained hidden deep inside. I blocked out any and all sadness or pain and dialed in on the idea of my perfect birthday. I was determined to make it the best one yet.
May twenty-first was filled with hectic last minute planning, decorating duties, and everything else involved in hosting. My mom remained focused on all the party madness, while I watched and listened, trying to imagine how the night would go. Images of my friends performing silly, yet exciting games and activities flashed into my head. I pictured their happy, glowing faces as they enjoyed my party. My mind slowly became sidetracked from the happy images and I began thinking about the reality of my life. I felt a sort of emotional numbness. As I sat there quietly and still while my mom and her friends hectically ran around me, all my hidden emotions began to set in. I felt the pain, guilt, loneliness, sadness, and every other feeling that I had tried to avoid. My vision became blurry and my eyes became wet with an ocean of tears. I ran into my room to avoid distracting my mom from her busy work. Lying in my bed, my pillow became my muffler. I allowed myself to scream and sob into it, hoping this would help exterminate the rest of my feelings. After about fifteen minutes of releasing my emotions, I felt well enough to join the rest of the