I was twelve years old sitting on my twin sized bed, watching tv, and enjoying my weekend off from 7th grade. So calm and lost in the day, hearing my name from the living room shocked me with anxiety. My dad in his lazy, “i’ve been watching t.v. for hours” voice, yelled for my brother and I to join him in the living room. I wasn’t sure what to expect as he squished in between us on the small love seat, with a look i’d never seen and not a word being spoken. My mom was nowhere around, as I hadn’t heard her in a while and assumed she was hiding out in her bedroom, quietly. When my dad began to speak, I realized there was an emotion behind his voice; sadness. In my head, I began to ponder the possibilities of what could be wrong, trying not
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The arguments and bickers still occur, but have faded over time. As soon as my brother became old enough to drive, I was 14, and he was barely at the house. Part of me felt like I was left alone in the situation, but I adapted to it. It made me who I am today; the hard times and sitting back while everyone argued. I was quiet, always in the middle, scared to ask questions when my brother had already made mom mad. He stopped coming to saturday dinners with dad, and I always got stuck by myself. As I am now in my senior year of high school, I am not the same person I was; in a good way, of course. While the situation made my times hard, I never let it get to me. I want to be as strong of a person, as my mom was for me. I want to make something of myself and make her, and my dad, both proud. I want them to know that they were wrong for worrying all those years, that their decision would hurt my future. I have goals set for myself and know the direction I want those goals to take me. I want to attend a four year college, maybe even the same college as mom did. I am going to get my degree, keep my focus, and create my future. I want to prove that this event that impacted me for so long, no longer bothers me, and nothing stands in my way. I’ve kept my grades in tact over the years, always trying to meet their expectations for myself. I have a job of my own, and like to think i’ve become my own person.
The arguments and bickers still occur, but have faded over time. As soon as my brother became old enough to drive, I was 14, and he was barely at the house. Part of me felt like I was left alone in the situation, but I adapted to it. It made me who I am today; the hard times and sitting back while everyone argued. I was quiet, always in the middle, scared to ask questions when my brother had already made mom mad. He stopped coming to saturday dinners with dad, and I always got stuck by myself. As I am now in my senior year of high school, I am not the same person I was; in a good way, of course. While the situation made my times hard, I never let it get to me. I want to be as strong of a person, as my mom was for me. I want to make something of myself and make her, and my dad, both proud. I want them to know that they were wrong for worrying all those years, that their decision would hurt my future. I have goals set for myself and know the direction I want those goals to take me. I want to attend a four year college, maybe even the same college as mom did. I am going to get my degree, keep my focus, and create my future. I want to prove that this event that impacted me for so long, no longer bothers me, and nothing stands in my way. I’ve kept my grades in tact over the years, always trying to meet their expectations for myself. I have a job of my own, and like to think i’ve become my own person.