Dad story-While they were trying to stay warm with their janitor running their furnace. My dad had to save the power lines from freezing. No, one knew there was a storm that day on, November around the 15th, of 1996. He was trying to fix the power lines, rain was coming down and when it touches an object or living object it starts to freeze that object. It went on for around 6 hours or another hour.…
When I was a baby something very bad happened to me. It started a few weeks after my dad got home from the army in Iraq. From that day on my life has never been the same. This was so unexpected that it has changed my life for ever. Even today i think back to that day and wish that my life could have stayed the same.…
She was sent to jail and my siblings and I were sent to Hillcrest Children’s Home. I hated living there. All I wanted was to be with my mom again. She promised she would get us out after she got out of jail, but it was not until five years later that she finally was able to take us home. When I was finally home, I noticed nothing had changed.…
Growing up I’ve had a lot of memorable days. Some more important than others. The day I can honestly say was the most unforgettable, had to be when I became a father. I had my up's and down's when it came to parenting, but it all was worth it at the end of the day. I feel as if my kids changed my life for the better and I thank god for that.…
“How are you cadet?” he asked. “I feel like shit, sir.” “Look Fernandez’, I know you don’t know me that well, but if you wanna talk, I’m here.” “I never thought my parents would divorce.” “Is that what’s beating you up?”…
A couple years ago when I was in 1st grade I started at a new school in Pasadena, California. The school was called Garvanza elementary. I liked living in California and having new friends at this school, but about half the school year my mother wanted to move to Arizona with my brother, sister and I. We didn't want to leave, but my mother said that she already got a house and a job over there. Even after we kept telling her that we didn't want to leave she made us pack everything and put it in the truck.…
During that period of time I went to a daycare called Rogers Academy, the daycare was ran by Ms. Lady. She has known my brother and I since we were Two and Three years old. We have been through it all at her daycare, My brother and I would always have fist fights; one time Deanda broke the daycare window because he slammed my head into the glass of the window. My great grandfather would pick us up from daycare, and she would tell him if we got into trouble which we did a lot. One day Ms. Lady came out to my great grandfathers truck and told my great grandfather about our bad behavior, and from that point on my great grandfather gave her permission to whoop us.…
I remember waking up one morning seeing my mother cry. All I can recall her saying is "your dad left, your dad left". Not knowing what to do at the moment was just a test. Now I look back and tell myself I've passed. Growing up without a father benefitted not only me but my family as a whole.…
Imagine knowing your mother for the first time at the age of 16 years. This is my story, by far the hardest to share. My mother left me for my father when I was quite young, in fact I don’t know her at all but I do know her name. It all happened back in Africa, I was born in Nigeria by unknown mother, I mean that I don’t know whom she’s.…
My step daddy reluctantly gave in to her wishes. Then, soon, we slowly headed for the gravel trail so that we could make our ascent back up the steep hillside that would lead us back to the main part of the cemetery. I had remained taciturn the entire way. I guess I was still in awe of what I was…
Chances are you may know a deadbeat father. He may pay child support, as in the case of my son’s father but doesn’t care to help raise the child or make himself known in that child’s life. They say it takes a village to raise a child, but what happens when part of that village ain’t shit? Far too long in the Black community we have complained about the lack of quality fathers.…
After he lied my mom became more aggressive and physical towards me. Growing up she still treated me the same way even until this day. I haven't seen my mom since I was 8 because of this. It was hard after he died. After he died my dad moved out.…
I would never be the same person, never. I met someone, I hadn't met him in years and I never knew he could make a difference in my life. This man changed the way I thought, acted and dressed. Muhammad Zafar Iqbal, otherwise known as my grandfather, or as we call him, Daddy. Everyone wonders why we call him Daddy, but I don't have an accurate answer.…
She has only allowed me to come to their house 3 times. There was a process that unfolded that is much too long to go into here but it ended up that my dad and Gloria would have both my sister and brother over to their house for the holidays but I was never invited. I did my best to not be hurt but it was hard when I called their house and said, “Hi Gloria, it’s Pamela, is my dad there?” Only to have her reply, “Pamela who?”…
My moms drinking got worse, and she began mentally abusing me. She would call me fat, ugly, and a whore daily. She broke me down to nothing, and I believed that was all, I was nothing. My father would tell my younger brother when he would cry about the separation, “mommy and daddy would still be together, if Hayley wouldn’t have shown your mom my messages. This drew a wedge between not only my brother and I, however my father and I to.…