My Mother Of A Steak Dinner At Dinner Banquet Essays
One time when we were over visiting my grandpa Levi and Grandma Emma for a fun family gathering, my mother walked in on my Aunt Avery, Sean’s Wife, and my Father. Aunt Avery had her hands down my father’s pants. My mother was so upset, but once again, my father lied and said it didn’t happen. He was always willing to make anyone, believe they were crazy.
I want to believe it isn’t possible for me to have the memories I do from such a young age since then I wouldn’t have to admit it happened to me. I want to believe I was too young to remember anything at all about my life. Or if I do remember, I would only remember happy times or hear amusing stories from relatives, like when I became stuck in the wooden kitchen chair and my mother called the fire department to remove me. She says the firefighters used the jaws of life to cut me out. She loves to tell this story.
But to say I only remember some memories, the loving ones, is simply not true. I recollect detestable times and I have not forgotten. My heart drops and my body tingles with fear as I remember. I wanted to forget, and for a time I tried to so I could pretend they did not exist. I desperately…