“You’re too weak. You can’t do it.”
The words ring through the phone into my ears. I run through emotions like a fast wind sweeping everything off the ground. Furious. Disappointed. Angry. Frustrated. In the whirlwind of which this all occurs, I am silent on the other line until I can finally muster the feelings I have in to one phrase.
“I can’t do it, huh? Yes, I can.”
I hang up the phone, still vulnerable as ever. My head is pounding, filled with questions and thoughts. How could the person who loves me the most in this world, the person who I love the most in this world, my mother, do this to me? Suddenly, these thoughts are pushed out of the way, like a wave riding over footprints on a beach. Thereupon, a new emotion flooded inside of …show more content…
Nevertheless, I begin to take the things off the top of the box, and unravel the tape that is the only thing holding the contents of it inside. The box springs open, and inside lays the simplistic, evergreen fir tree leaves that have been waiting to be free from the box all year long. I smell the fresh pine scent all at once, not sure if I am imagining it. I smile with a happiness that I haven’t felt in a long time, one that truly brings bliss and excitement. The three pieces of the Christmas tree sprawled out on the ground, I continue to embark on my mission. I carry up the stairs the stand and the top (also the smallest) part of the tree. I sigh, but march down the stairs thinking to myself “That was easy.” Little did I know of the work that was …show more content…
Seeing the part, I knew that it made up almost 70% of the entire tree. However, still as determined as the beginning, I start trying to pick up tree. Nothing. Zero. The leaves of the tree don’t leave the ground. Immediately, I have a “light bulb” moment. I lug the middle piece up and onto the couch which sits directly next to the stand of the tree. Accordingly, I also get onto the couch. I had believed I used all of my strength to pick up the last piece, but not picking up this one, I knew that I w even used half of it before. Angry at my previous failure, I grab the rod positioning it so that it formed at a 90 degree angle with the vertical pole attached to the base. I walk over to the opposite side of the tree and pull the rod with everything inside of me. The base of the tree crunching with the weight of me, I draw the rod slowly upwards, until it is perfectly parallel to the vertical pole. Without delay, I lift the rod up and fit it in to the pole, hearing the two click together. Relieved, sweaty, and content, I sit down on the couch and take one more
The words ring through the phone into my ears. I run through emotions like a fast wind sweeping everything off the ground. Furious. Disappointed. Angry. Frustrated. In the whirlwind of which this all occurs, I am silent on the other line until I can finally muster the feelings I have in to one phrase.
“I can’t do it, huh? Yes, I can.”
I hang up the phone, still vulnerable as ever. My head is pounding, filled with questions and thoughts. How could the person who loves me the most in this world, the person who I love the most in this world, my mother, do this to me? Suddenly, these thoughts are pushed out of the way, like a wave riding over footprints on a beach. Thereupon, a new emotion flooded inside of …show more content…
Nevertheless, I begin to take the things off the top of the box, and unravel the tape that is the only thing holding the contents of it inside. The box springs open, and inside lays the simplistic, evergreen fir tree leaves that have been waiting to be free from the box all year long. I smell the fresh pine scent all at once, not sure if I am imagining it. I smile with a happiness that I haven’t felt in a long time, one that truly brings bliss and excitement. The three pieces of the Christmas tree sprawled out on the ground, I continue to embark on my mission. I carry up the stairs the stand and the top (also the smallest) part of the tree. I sigh, but march down the stairs thinking to myself “That was easy.” Little did I know of the work that was …show more content…
Seeing the part, I knew that it made up almost 70% of the entire tree. However, still as determined as the beginning, I start trying to pick up tree. Nothing. Zero. The leaves of the tree don’t leave the ground. Immediately, I have a “light bulb” moment. I lug the middle piece up and onto the couch which sits directly next to the stand of the tree. Accordingly, I also get onto the couch. I had believed I used all of my strength to pick up the last piece, but not picking up this one, I knew that I w even used half of it before. Angry at my previous failure, I grab the rod positioning it so that it formed at a 90 degree angle with the vertical pole attached to the base. I walk over to the opposite side of the tree and pull the rod with everything inside of me. The base of the tree crunching with the weight of me, I draw the rod slowly upwards, until it is perfectly parallel to the vertical pole. Without delay, I lift the rod up and fit it in to the pole, hearing the two click together. Relieved, sweaty, and content, I sit down on the couch and take one more