A lot of amazing, great, horrible, fascinating, and unbelievable things happen to everyday people. It can be a good thing , or even a bad thing, the challenge is always different for everyone.
It could have been the day you said a speech in front of many strangers, odd faces, structures, differences you’ve never seen before, you feel the vibe of judgness.There faces speak more than there mouths, Youor even the day when you read, “Accepted” in a paper because you got in
The weeks were so slow, time was slow. Every second felt like two hundred years living in the Renaissance. The nights went by slower. I slept at least 3-4 hours every single night because I knew the shadows would wake me up.
Every day, I had to go to school …show more content…
I could feel it. I raged myself on not doing anything stupid. I cried for what I didn’t know what to do. This happened for a while. Everyday, and even though my father did all those horrible things, he did not hurt my brother or sister, or even me. He payed the rent, he was not a bad father.. It’s just when he got drunk, or did drugs, that’s when he obviously was not.
After so many nights without little sleep, one day, around 4 or 5 in the morning, I heard a BANG ! One BANG Two BANGS in the door. Is that my father? No it was not… My mother looked into the little hole of the door to check and see who it was. When one man turned around, my mother noticed a police officer’s badge.
I noticed her whole face turned pale, as cold as winter days. My sister and I whispered cautiously, and quietly, “Who was it? Why would someone knock on the door on 4 in the morning? “ My mother responded with this vibe from her voice that was dwelling with frightness, “It’s the MVPD, and I am sure they are here to take your father. “
Even there knock was scary. BAM one, BAM two again. No one said a word.. It was dead silent. Suddenly, an officer said, “If you don’t open this door in this instance we will come and open it for …show more content…
That was the least we could do. My older sister also got a job half time, which she would still go to school, and work at the same time, my older brother also met new friends, he seemed like a happier kid, and I did more than better in school.
Every thursday, my sister and I would go to this office my mother had to clean around 7 to help her.
We drove all the way to Palo Alto and are actually still doing it. My mother obviously worked more, and did better. Sometimes when she did not have time to feed us, I would cook for my older sister or brother, I enjoy cooking !
I would leave some food for my mother too so she could eat later when she came back from work. I even once made her brownies which she enjoyed !
Throughout this whole experience, there was several goods and bads.
We had a lot of ups and downs just like everyone else. I know we did not have much like the Los Altos Hills kids, or upper class people, but I had enough to keep living, keep surviving every single day of my life, to keep moving forward, to walk a little bit more on top of that mountain of success.
I don’t complain, I appreciate. I actually thank this happened because I became a better person
It could have been the day you said a speech in front of many strangers, odd faces, structures, differences you’ve never seen before, you feel the vibe of judgness.There faces speak more than there mouths, Youor even the day when you read, “Accepted” in a paper because you got in
The weeks were so slow, time was slow. Every second felt like two hundred years living in the Renaissance. The nights went by slower. I slept at least 3-4 hours every single night because I knew the shadows would wake me up.
Every day, I had to go to school …show more content…
I could feel it. I raged myself on not doing anything stupid. I cried for what I didn’t know what to do. This happened for a while. Everyday, and even though my father did all those horrible things, he did not hurt my brother or sister, or even me. He payed the rent, he was not a bad father.. It’s just when he got drunk, or did drugs, that’s when he obviously was not.
After so many nights without little sleep, one day, around 4 or 5 in the morning, I heard a BANG ! One BANG Two BANGS in the door. Is that my father? No it was not… My mother looked into the little hole of the door to check and see who it was. When one man turned around, my mother noticed a police officer’s badge.
I noticed her whole face turned pale, as cold as winter days. My sister and I whispered cautiously, and quietly, “Who was it? Why would someone knock on the door on 4 in the morning? “ My mother responded with this vibe from her voice that was dwelling with frightness, “It’s the MVPD, and I am sure they are here to take your father. “
Even there knock was scary. BAM one, BAM two again. No one said a word.. It was dead silent. Suddenly, an officer said, “If you don’t open this door in this instance we will come and open it for …show more content…
That was the least we could do. My older sister also got a job half time, which she would still go to school, and work at the same time, my older brother also met new friends, he seemed like a happier kid, and I did more than better in school.
Every thursday, my sister and I would go to this office my mother had to clean around 7 to help her.
We drove all the way to Palo Alto and are actually still doing it. My mother obviously worked more, and did better. Sometimes when she did not have time to feed us, I would cook for my older sister or brother, I enjoy cooking !
I would leave some food for my mother too so she could eat later when she came back from work. I even once made her brownies which she enjoyed !
Throughout this whole experience, there was several goods and bads.
We had a lot of ups and downs just like everyone else. I know we did not have much like the Los Altos Hills kids, or upper class people, but I had enough to keep living, keep surviving every single day of my life, to keep moving forward, to walk a little bit more on top of that mountain of success.
I don’t complain, I appreciate. I actually thank this happened because I became a better person