Tears

I have dealt with My ‘glum Mum.’ Why is My Mum glum?* My Mum has clear droplets of water shaped like tearssliding down both cheeks from the inside corners of both eyes. Something here is not quite right and I screw my face up in concentration. Tears mean someone is sad, sad is worse than glum. People do not usually cry when they are glum, apart from my uncle Roger who ‘suffered from depression’ and cried sixteen times in all of the times…

Chrisney’s legs weakened. No matter how she tried not to hear, that sexy, baritone, lose your mind, body, and soul and live with the regret voice could not be denied. She cried even harder. She did not want to hear him, feel him. He was the last person she wanted in her face. As she backed away, the firmness of the body she bumped into shocked her. She hadn’t realized anyone else had entered the room. “I’m sorry,” she said into the air. Still behind her, the nurse patted Chrisney’s shoulder…

sobbing uncontrollably. The man scoots towards her and gives her a bear hug and starts comforting her. “You will never return to the world of the living, you can only stay here…. I’m sorry”. “I know that now,” she says, sniffling. Koaye Anderson’s tears, then soak the long robe of the man who comforts her as she cries into his…

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Lying on my bedroom floor, I cried. It wasn’t one of those angry cries or stress cries, it was a cry that highlighted the hurt and pain that consumed me. I couldn’t comprehend what I did to deserve any of it, so I just cried. No one could hear me. Earlier that day in 2012, I woke up to my regular, everyday routine. From the kitchen, my mom yelled, “Wake up! It’s time to get ready for school!” Grumbling, I got out of my bed and started getting ready. It was a lovely spring morning, and I was…

A Conversation Between Myself(s): A One-Act Play (Several versions of myself occupy my bedroom. Sassy me – also mildly sarcastic – leans against my doorway, arms crossed. Logical me sits attentively at my desk. Stressed me lays on my bed, eyes closed. Pensive me sits on my windowsill and looks outside silently. Cheerful me sits at the foot of my bed, smiling.) Stressed: (sighs heavily) Writing this “Why UChicago” essay is really stressing me out. My brain hurts. Sassy: (rolls eyes) What’s new?…

It was late at night when my mom was laying down eating popcorn and suddenly, she started having contractions. “Ugh, I am not feeling well, “ she said. She held her stomach. My dad and I looked worried. “Is it the baby,” we said, “ are you okay”. I was worried. Her expression showed she was in pain. My mom was holding on my dad like she was about to fall off a cliff, and her facial expression looked scared and like she was hurting. My dad knelt at her side, Kneaded her back. “I think we have…

A month ago I lost my best friend, Itzayana. It’s a day I will never forget. Almost every detail is as fresh as it was the day it happened. It was a Friday I was doing my homework. I remember taking a break and getting in my Facebook account feeling very stressful and nagging to myself, “it is only going to be a few minutes”. I got into Facebook and went directly to my messenger because there were two new messages. I checked the first one and it was my cousin from Mexico asking me if I was okay…

My sister, Julia My sister is 20. She is beautiful and quick witted, and can be angry and insecure at times. She often feels lonely and scared, though she acts fearless and self contained. But mostly she is alive. Nothing about her is more cherished by me than that. When I first knew my sister she was serious and separate from me. My parents had divorced and I fitted perfectly into the family my mother constructed with her boyfriend. She felt discarded, too old, too bitter a bad fit for this new…

The House of Dolls I wake up panting and screaming not knowing where I’m at. All I can say or think about is Yuri. ‘’Yuri! Where is Yuri!’’ as I’m screaming I see nurses and police rush into my room. The first to approach me is Deymian. Deymian is a tall, buff, bold, 28 year old detective. “Hello Anah, I’m detective Deymian.” As i open my mouth to speak nurses rush in shouting “Vash poryake Anah Vash v bezopasnosti”… “It's okay Anah you're safe now” I reply saying “ Ya v poryadke.” I’m fine but…