Mother Teresa

from India. She answered it and her life took a tragic turn. It was my aunt calling to tell us that my grandmother, my mom’s mother, had died from a heart attack. My mom immediately burst into tears. She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t process what had happened. “There is no possible way,” she thought. I ran over to her and tried to solace her. I had never seen my mother cry before. Does this suffering make an individual stronger or does it just make him or her more depressed and sad? No…

“Being seventeen shouldn’t be this hard.” I whispered under my breath. “Please explain how it’s so hard.” The counselor speaks with such question in her voice. ~ When I was four years old I didn’t think anything of my life, I was joyful and full of excitement. I had a normal family just like most of my friends. The kind of family to go to church every sunday, diner at six every night, and to go to bed at eight. My dad would go outside and play football or basketball with…

Evil Stepmonster Evil step monster. That, is what’s married to my dad, no, no she doesn 't do any harm to me or my little sister she 's just a straight up nutcase. Throughout the years I have mastered the process; and how to deal with her much like, I 'm sure, most kids with divorced parents do. Alright so picture this, a little five-year-old girl sitting on her dad’s couch,moping. She did not want to be there in the first place, and to make things worse her dad 's house smelt like fried food…

Pain. The feeling is more than I could bare. A quick intake of breath and my lungs fill with steam. A squeal escapes; it is not much of a noise. My arm covers my face, and I run. I run from our small kitchen to our living room. Dad is on the couch and looks up when I run into the room. The pain is too much to even to make the smallest of noises. I run in my mouth open and top half of me soaking. He rises quickly and pulls me to the stairs and calls for mom. “Ronae, get down here now.” He says…

parents did not have jobs. My mom tried to sell her artwork in art shows. The only money they received was through my father’s fund granted to my mother after he committed suicide so that she could take care of me. My life was not one depicted by the Brady Bunch, it was definitely different and bizarre. It was colorful.” At first glance, you may deem my mother careless or too free in spirit. Her nature has been culminated by her upbringing. She was brought up in an unfortunate situation, and…

The word father ideally has many definitions that come from both the dictionary and people in general. Just like any other parent or family member every person has a different opinion of what this word truly means from their own perspective based on their life experiences. However, the definition of a good father has is generally something everyone can agree on. In simple terms the “good father” is the foundation for family, one who originates, guards, and provides. The leader, source of…

College Essay Prompt: Discuss an accomplishment or event, formal or informal, that marked your transition from childhood to adulthood within your culture, community, or family. Focus, Capture, Develop, and Take another shot are hard concepts to grasp while growing up and maturing. Throughout every obstacle that I have faced whether personal, academic or social I have had to remember to apply these qualities to my life daily. Due to participating in yearbook, the anatomy of the camera has…

They said it was because it wasn’t fair for them. This resulted in me having having no real stability. I ended up as 3 different people: MrCarroca who appears in public, MrCarroca who lives at his father’s house and MrCarroca who lives at his mother…

It was the same old dream. She’d turn the key in the lock and open the door. To her horror, she’d see that same old monster. It was a different kind of monster although. She couldn 't see it even though she definitely tried to. She felt it move and creep around her. Looking at her every move and waiting for the right time to attack. She ran around the house trying to find something to hide under. But she never knew whether the monster was in that room or not. “Will you get up already?”…

A kid in a corner (candy) store I like to think I loved every kid’s dream… I got to grow up in a candy store! Granted, it wasn’t just a candy store; it was called the “Active corner store”, and it was created and ran by my two newly immigrated parents, Straight Outta Ethiopia, all in their first few months in Canada. So what, the location wasn’t ideal and the area was basically dead; this was Canada in 1996! This is where dreams come true! This beautiful and opportunity filled country is where…