They say the first person that loves you the most is your mother. After all, you are the only person that actually knows her from the inside out. Your mother is your biggest fan; she provides sunshine when the world appears to be dark. She is supposed to protect you from all evils and fight for you until the end. If these are true, what do you do when your very life force is the main presence of hatred and bad energy? Where do you turn when nothing is going right or when the one person who is supposed to welcome you rejects you, while turning their back on you? At the time, my really didn’t know. The only thought worth entertaining was the idea of running away. Running away to find a place to call home because when you are home you feel protected,
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It was a Friday afternoon and my father was preparing to head out to work. Lener, got dressed in his uniform, picked up his keys, and instructed us to grab our belongings so we could spend the weekend with our mother. My father was pressed for time, in that case, we scrambled to get whatever we can and headed to the car. During the drive, to my aunts’ house where my mother was currently residing I noticed the clouds were getting heavy because the sky was turning gray. As we approached the doorsteps of my aunt’s house, my father proceeded to knock on the door, “knock, knock, and knock.” “Who is it?” my mother asked. “It’s Lener, I’m dropping off Jean and Leonel.” “Didn’t I tell you to come at a later time?” my mother stated. “I have to go to work, I told you that over the phone and I don’t have time to put up with your bullshit right now …show more content…
Expressing my emotions only lead to a meeting that included my mother’s hand engaging with the side of my face at a vicious cycle. As a result, I channeled all my energy into writing. That was my form of escaping until I was capable enough to do so on my own. When I turned eighteen, I joined the United States Marine Corps. During boot camp, the massacre inflicted upon us recruits felt normal for me and for the first time in my life, I felt at home. Everyone was treated the same, like animals, unless you didn’t corporate. The rules were simple, do what you’re told, and if you wanted to succeed, follow
It was a Friday afternoon and my father was preparing to head out to work. Lener, got dressed in his uniform, picked up his keys, and instructed us to grab our belongings so we could spend the weekend with our mother. My father was pressed for time, in that case, we scrambled to get whatever we can and headed to the car. During the drive, to my aunts’ house where my mother was currently residing I noticed the clouds were getting heavy because the sky was turning gray. As we approached the doorsteps of my aunt’s house, my father proceeded to knock on the door, “knock, knock, and knock.” “Who is it?” my mother asked. “It’s Lener, I’m dropping off Jean and Leonel.” “Didn’t I tell you to come at a later time?” my mother stated. “I have to go to work, I told you that over the phone and I don’t have time to put up with your bullshit right now …show more content…
Expressing my emotions only lead to a meeting that included my mother’s hand engaging with the side of my face at a vicious cycle. As a result, I channeled all my energy into writing. That was my form of escaping until I was capable enough to do so on my own. When I turned eighteen, I joined the United States Marine Corps. During boot camp, the massacre inflicted upon us recruits felt normal for me and for the first time in my life, I felt at home. Everyone was treated the same, like animals, unless you didn’t corporate. The rules were simple, do what you’re told, and if you wanted to succeed, follow