Creative Writing: Silence Is Lying

Silence is lying but I never thought there was a certain nobility in lying. My father and I were best of friends at least for the first 8 years of my life. I was a daddy’s girl and leaving him in the Philippines was traumatizing. He was my hero and my first love. I continually bragged about my father to my relatives in Virginia and talking about him helped lessen the sentiment of loneliness. For the first couple of months, we talked every night and things were at least bearable. There was so much anticipation and excitement to hear the ringing of the telephone at 7 o’clock at night. I don’t know when this happened but soon, the daily calls turned to weekly and without realization we went through a month without speaking to each other. Adventitiously, …show more content…
She came closer and I knew that this was going to be a long night. “I told you to never contact your dad!” she yelled even more. I stood up ignoring her. She grasped my shoulder in her hand tightly. “Don’t you walk away from me. I’ve had it.” The anger I have suppressed for so long ruptured. “You’ve had it?! You’re the reason why dad left and stopped calling! You are always so mean and controlling!” My voice seemed to get louder after every word. “If you just stopped yelling at him, maybe he still would want to come here! I hate you! I wish I stayed with dad than you!” I cried. Tears covered my face and so did my mom’s. My mom’s hand left her side and landed on my face. I felt a painful stinging sensation. “That’s why nobody likes you.” I whispered and turned to leave. My aunt rushed into the room frantically. I ignored her and ran downstairs. I didn’t care where or how I was going out in this cold weather but nothing mattered. My little brothers were crying too but I ran past them. All I wanted was everything to go back to normal. I wished we never went to America and left my father. I went outside but it was snowing so I decided to hide in the basement. I locked the door turning off the lights trusting that they will not find me. I curled up in a ball and I fell …show more content…
“Go upstairs” He was the only person that I really liked and trusted. I did as I was told but then I remembered what just happened. I shook my head and told him I don’t want to see mom. He sighed in response. “She’s with your aunt.” I lifted myself up and realized how cold it got. I avoided my mother as best I could but it was hard to considering how small our house was. Every time I ran into my mom I would just look straight snubbing her. I ignored everyone. Loneliness crept up on me at night and I can only cry myself to sleep. One night, loud voices woke me up and I decided to check it out. It was my mom talking angrily on the phone but she said my grandmother’s name so I stayed to eavesdrop.
“It doesn’t matter! You always support whatever your son does regardless if it’s wrong or not. I can’t take it anymore. I will not allow him to hurt my kids.” Why is she yelling at my grandmother? I thought irritably. My mom continues “I will not allow a drug addict and a felon to father my kids.” She hung up the phone and I was staggered. I didn 't understand any of what she said however I knew as a child that those things implied something terrible. My three year-old cousin ran up to me giving me a look that she wanted to play. That made everyone turned to look at me- all with a look on their faces that I heard something I should not