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I wanted to run to her and hug her, but I was terrified that I would remind her of Mimi and make her cry again. “Why don’t you go play? I’ll go take care of your mom.” I obediently went to my room to dress my dolls, but when I heard my mother’s quiet sobs I ran to the door. Peaking through the door, I saw my father helping my mother up the stairs and back behind the locked door.
It’s 22:37pm and all I could remember was the look my mother gave me the day I left, her eyes were filled with tears, her hands were so cold just as she was holding mine, and right when I step a foot out of the door, she burst into tears and so did I, and all of a sudden an air of melancholy surrounded us. It’s been almost 8 months since I left but I
We ran away from the crowd. I saw a lot of blood covering the ground and mothers are crying and children are running away too. I left my friends and went to my house. “Mom! are you okay?” I said.
As I slowly walked over to where my mom was sitting I dreaded the conversation that was about to happen. As soon as she handed me the phone I said “hi” and after a long silence I finally heard my father’s booming voice through the phone. “Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry to hear about you and your boyfriend.” When I heard this I couldn’t help but fight back the tears. Crying was never acceptable so I already knew better then to let him hear me cry.
This was the eighth time of this month, also the 16th time of these three months. I didn’t bother to wake her up and tell her to sleep in her room because I know my mom well. She was a strong and stubborn woman. She would not go back to her room until she saw that my father had walked in. I tiptoed down to my room, or to be more specifically, to the room we children all share, trying not to make noise.
My story takes place in Santa Fe, New Mexico. A 21 year old girl, with long brunette hair with a lean tannish body to her is moving with her family to help her mom and her dad run a ranch. At the time her family was moving, Sophia was healing from a heartbreak. Her fiance and her have been engaged for year and a half. When the wedding day come around her fiance left her at the altar, and he left the country.
Tuesday afternoon. I was reading a book and drinking a cup of hot chocolate in my room, near the window. It was January, but everything looked so calm and nice outside. Suddenly, I heard my mom calling my name and she told me that we need to talk.
When I came home it was late. I didn 't see my car but I just figured my dad wasn 't home. I woke up the next morning and my car still wasn 't there. My dad was sound asleep.
I really missed my mom like really bad but eventually we got to see her we went to that building again and they put us in a small room and she walked in we jumped on her and yelled “Mommy” I was so happy the first time i had seen her in three weeks. We told her about everything that had happened so far she sounded mad when she said “I 'm going to get you back i promise.”
Coming to Miami I can still remember that gloomy sky on October 21st 2001. It seemed like a normal day to me, yet that day would change my life forever. I remember my mother rushing around the house trying to gather my brother’s clothes while I just sat on the floor observing so much commotion around me. For an 8 year old, I was a very hipper child. I ran around the house, climbed trees, sat on the roof top which was 3 floors high.
I remember it like it was yesterday, and how Ma would wait on the porch every night, waiting for papa to come home. I quickly wiped away the brimming tears in my eyes, hoping Samphy and Meng didn’t see. Meng and I shared a look, wondering what to do now. I could hear papa’s voice in my mind, telling me to help the girl, and be the better person. While I processed what taking in the girl meant for Meng and I, I realized that I couldn’t be the person papa wanted me to be.
When I was in the 10th grade, I was close friends with a young man named Alex Koser. He was not the type of person who was easily scared. In fact, he had very few fears, and he rarely was frustrated when life presented him with obstacles. In high school, being brave is not hard to do.
Thereafter, the hidden pain and suffering that we struggled so hard to keep from one another could no long be obscured. My mom would discretely leave the room without saying a word, but I knew exactly where she was going. Just like my grandmother, she couldn’t let the people around her see her at her weakest. She was going upstairs to let out the sorrow and grief that she tried so hard to hide from my brother and I. It happened so frequently that I tried to avoid leaving her alone in order to keep from aching.
Anxiety can end up becoming depression if they do not get it treated in time. Depression can happen when the person is constantly having anxiety related problems such as anxiety attacks and the constant feeling that they are not good enough for anything and everything they do. They may pretend to be happy by faking happiness while inside they are mentaling breaking down, ready to give up. Some can get by with faking, but some are lucky enough to have someone in their life that actually knows if they are okay or not. If they do not think they can not handle the constant fillings and they may decide suicide is their only way out from what they are feeling.
My heart would palpitate while my skin flushed. I could feel myself getting hotter and more nervous as thoughts raced through my head. They weren’t connected, but they felt tied together, stuck. I felt as if my life was on a video reel but the sounds were distorted, and the film was held together by a shaky hand. My teacher looked at me, saying something but all I heard was unintelligible speech, the other students were staring at me while I prayed silently for a sinkhole to open up and remove me from the situation entirely.
