Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I had different parents. The two I have fight all the time. I just wish it would stop. Neither of them think I know what's going on because I'm just a baby, but I do. I just can't speak up for myself because I'm not old enough to talk yet. All I can do is cry.
It seems like that's all my mom does anymore. After my dad leaves to go to work she trys to make everything perfect. Running around the house, cleaning everything, making sure nothing is out of place. I never really get to play with my toys at all because she always has to put them away before he gets home. It's never enough though. Every night he comes home really angry about something and he has a really bad smell on him. It's worse then my diapers sometime, and that's pretty bad because my mom gives me formula in my bottle. My dad always takes his anger out on my mom. Yelling at her about how she can never do anything right around the house anymore. Then there's the bad nights, when he actually starts to throw stuff at her and hits her with his fist. That's just a normal night at my house.
Today was different though. Somehow things changed. This morning after my dad left, mom didn't clean anything. She just packed. Clothes were flying all over the house, my toys went everywhere and it wasn't my fault for once. My mom was packing our stuff into bags. She stuffed as much as she could into one bag, leaving just enough room so it would zip up. Then she moved on to the next bag. I couldn't help but notice she was only packing her stuff and mine. Where was my dad's stuff going to go?
Soon, I forgot about the weird start to the day. I'm just standing at my favorite window, looking at my reflection. I love this window because it's just the right height. I can reach the sill and support myself. Through this window I can see our yard, which is full of pretty yellow flowers, and past that I can see the street. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It's just my moms best friend Elena. She has a key so she just lets herself in when my mom doesn't answer right away.
"Oh, hi Jayden," she says as she comes over and picks me up, "Where's your mommy at?"
I point towards the hallway as my mom yells from the back room, "I'm back here Elena!"
"Are you almost ready," she asked, We have to be out of town before Nate gets off work, or else he'll be able to track us."
"Yeah, I'm ready, lets go." she replies. Taking me out of Elena's arms and into her own.
Before I realize what's going on I'm already in my car seat. Wait a second, this is not my moms car. I've never been in this car before. It has black seats and dark windows and from here I can see that the outside color is red. My moms car has white seats, clear windows and the outside color is blue. Who's car is this? This can't be good! What's my dad going to think when he gets home and we aren't there waiting?
For some reason I don't think my mom cares what he's going to think. She looks happier then I've seen her for a long time. I'm holding onto her finger and she's staring out of the back window. Elena is driving a little faster than usual. Why is she in such a hurry today?
Somewhere along the way I drifted into sleep. I dreamed about a place where my mother was always as happy as she was right now and my dad could never hurt her again. A beautiful place where flowers grew and I could look out the window all day without worrying about anything. I would never have to worry about my parents fighting again.
When I finally woke up my dream had come true. We had arrived at a beautiful house that had pretty flowers in the front yard just like our old house. Even from the car I had already chosen my new favorite window. There's no way my dad would ever find us out here. At least I hope there isn't.
So, I will never know what it's like to have different parents. I will always know that my mom is happier than she's ever been though. That's enough for me. The flowers I can see from my new favorite window represent out new lives. Endless opportunities for us both.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
letter to the president
Dear President Barack Obama:
First things first. Congratulations on being elected as the 44th president of the U.S. I am very happy that you won and look forward to the next four years and hopefully more. I am hoping that you will improve and change many things in our country while you are in the oval office.
I am highly concerned about the war that has been going on in the middle east for over 7 years now. I’m not only concerned about the high casualties of our troops that have lost their lives, but I’m also concerned about the high cost of keeping them over there. America is in the worst economic state it has been in since the Great Depression. A war is not helping that fact. Billions of dollars are going toward war cost that our country cannot afford to give. Please don’t take this the wrong way. I’m not one of the war bashing people. I believe that there was a reason for this war, but I don’t think our troops have any further purpose in it. The U.S is losing a lot of money and gaining nothing in return. This war started as a war on terrorism. Is that still what it is though? I think our motivation has changed. Our troops should be dedicated on an important issue; like the genocide going on in Africa. That’s another issue.
My heart and mind will be at ease if you, our country’s leader, bring our soldiers home. Thank you very much for taking time to read my request. Congratulations again on being elected. I look forward to voting in the next presidential election. Hopefully I’ll be voting for you.
Thank you
Amber Currier
First things first. Congratulations on being elected as the 44th president of the U.S. I am very happy that you won and look forward to the next four years and hopefully more. I am hoping that you will improve and change many things in our country while you are in the oval office.
I am highly concerned about the war that has been going on in the middle east for over 7 years now. I’m not only concerned about the high casualties of our troops that have lost their lives, but I’m also concerned about the high cost of keeping them over there. America is in the worst economic state it has been in since the Great Depression. A war is not helping that fact. Billions of dollars are going toward war cost that our country cannot afford to give. Please don’t take this the wrong way. I’m not one of the war bashing people. I believe that there was a reason for this war, but I don’t think our troops have any further purpose in it. The U.S is losing a lot of money and gaining nothing in return. This war started as a war on terrorism. Is that still what it is though? I think our motivation has changed. Our troops should be dedicated on an important issue; like the genocide going on in Africa. That’s another issue.
My heart and mind will be at ease if you, our country’s leader, bring our soldiers home. Thank you very much for taking time to read my request. Congratulations again on being elected. I look forward to voting in the next presidential election. Hopefully I’ll be voting for you.
Thank you
Amber Currier
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
WA - Final Draft
So, about five months ago a very scary and sad thing happened in my family. I remember how scared I was when I got that phone call from my mom. The phone call that changed my perspective on how important life is and how fast it can be taken away from you. This tear filled event is the saddest thing I have ever been through in my life.
My uncle was living in Indiana at the time. I had just gotten home from school when my mom called me. I answered and she told me that my uncle was dying. He had had two massive heart attacks and was now in a coma. I stayed strong while I was on the phone, but sadness took over me once her voice was gone. I fell onto the couch and cried my heart out. It felt like all the happiness in my body was gone and would never come back. I cried for about 2 hours. I had to tell my brother the news and he cried too. It was the most devastating thing I had ever been through.
How could this be happening? I had just talked to him the week before. Now he was in a hospital bed on life support with no family there with him. Leaving me with no clue if he was going to live or die. I wanted to be there with him, but there was no way of me getting there. I felt so useless.
There was nothing we could do. Just pray and hope he would pull through this. My mom started making phone calls and making plans for a funeral. Phone calls came everyday from doctors telling us not to give up yet and he would come out of the coma. I hadn't lost hope yet, but my mom and aunt had. I started to worry, if they couldn't believe then how could I?
He remained on life support because the only person that could take him off was my grandpa and he hadn't made any effort to do anything to help my uncle. I felt selfish because I knew he wouldn't want to live like that, but I didn't want to loose him.
Weeks went by and it seemed like forever. He finally came out of it. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of my heart. Of course he wasn't back all the way yet. I mean he had just had two massive heart attacks that put him into a coma. But he was alive and that's all that really mattered to me at that moment in time.
My uncle is now back in Virginia and I see him a lot. He's on medication, but I think he's going to be OK. I don't have to worry about not being there if anything happens like that again. I never want to be that scared, sad, and worried about something again. I just don't think I could handle another event like that.
My uncle was living in Indiana at the time. I had just gotten home from school when my mom called me. I answered and she told me that my uncle was dying. He had had two massive heart attacks and was now in a coma. I stayed strong while I was on the phone, but sadness took over me once her voice was gone. I fell onto the couch and cried my heart out. It felt like all the happiness in my body was gone and would never come back. I cried for about 2 hours. I had to tell my brother the news and he cried too. It was the most devastating thing I had ever been through.
How could this be happening? I had just talked to him the week before. Now he was in a hospital bed on life support with no family there with him. Leaving me with no clue if he was going to live or die. I wanted to be there with him, but there was no way of me getting there. I felt so useless.
There was nothing we could do. Just pray and hope he would pull through this. My mom started making phone calls and making plans for a funeral. Phone calls came everyday from doctors telling us not to give up yet and he would come out of the coma. I hadn't lost hope yet, but my mom and aunt had. I started to worry, if they couldn't believe then how could I?
He remained on life support because the only person that could take him off was my grandpa and he hadn't made any effort to do anything to help my uncle. I felt selfish because I knew he wouldn't want to live like that, but I didn't want to loose him.
Weeks went by and it seemed like forever. He finally came out of it. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of my heart. Of course he wasn't back all the way yet. I mean he had just had two massive heart attacks that put him into a coma. But he was alive and that's all that really mattered to me at that moment in time.
My uncle is now back in Virginia and I see him a lot. He's on medication, but I think he's going to be OK. I don't have to worry about not being there if anything happens like that again. I never want to be that scared, sad, and worried about something again. I just don't think I could handle another event like that.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
WA-Draft 2
So, about five months ago a ver scary and sad thing happened in my family. I remember how scared I was when I got that phone call from my mom. I don't really like thinking about it, but here it goes.
My uncle was living in Indiana at the time. I had just gotten home from school when my mom called me. I answered and she told me that my uncle was dying. He had had two massive heart attacks and was now in a coma. I stayed strong while I was on the phone, but sadness took over me once her voice was gone.
How could this be happening? I had just talked to him the week before. Now he was in a hospital bed on life support with no family there with him. Leaving me with no clue if he was going to live or die. I wanted to be there with him, but there was no way of me getting there. I felt so useless.
There was nothing we could do. Just pray and hope he would pull through this. My mom started making phone calls and making plans for a funeral. Phone calls came everyday from doctors telling us not to give up yet and he would come out of the coma. I hadn't lost hope yet, but my mom and aunt had. I started to worry, if they couldn't believe then how could I?
He remained on life support because the only person that could take him off was my grandpa and he hadn't made any effort to do anything to help my uncle. I felt selfish because I knew he wouldn't want to live like that, but I didn't want to loose him.
Weeks went by and it seemed like forever. He finally came out of it. I was so happy. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of my heart. Of course he wasn't back all the way yet. I mean he had just had two massive heart attacks that had put him into a coma. But he was alive and that's all that really mattered to me.
My uncle is now back in Virginia and I see him a lot. He's on medication, but I think he's going to be OK. I don't have to worry about not being there if anything happens like that again. I never want to be that scared, sad, and worried about something again. I just don't think I could handle another event like that.
My uncle was living in Indiana at the time. I had just gotten home from school when my mom called me. I answered and she told me that my uncle was dying. He had had two massive heart attacks and was now in a coma. I stayed strong while I was on the phone, but sadness took over me once her voice was gone.
How could this be happening? I had just talked to him the week before. Now he was in a hospital bed on life support with no family there with him. Leaving me with no clue if he was going to live or die. I wanted to be there with him, but there was no way of me getting there. I felt so useless.
There was nothing we could do. Just pray and hope he would pull through this. My mom started making phone calls and making plans for a funeral. Phone calls came everyday from doctors telling us not to give up yet and he would come out of the coma. I hadn't lost hope yet, but my mom and aunt had. I started to worry, if they couldn't believe then how could I?
He remained on life support because the only person that could take him off was my grandpa and he hadn't made any effort to do anything to help my uncle. I felt selfish because I knew he wouldn't want to live like that, but I didn't want to loose him.
Weeks went by and it seemed like forever. He finally came out of it. I was so happy. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of my heart. Of course he wasn't back all the way yet. I mean he had just had two massive heart attacks that had put him into a coma. But he was alive and that's all that really mattered to me.
My uncle is now back in Virginia and I see him a lot. He's on medication, but I think he's going to be OK. I don't have to worry about not being there if anything happens like that again. I never want to be that scared, sad, and worried about something again. I just don't think I could handle another event like that.
Monday, September 15, 2008
WA - Draft 1
So, about five months ago a very scary and sad thing happened in my family. I remember it as clear as yesterday. It devastated me and I don't really like thinking about it, but her it goes.
My uncle was living in Indiana when it happened. I had just gotten home from school when my mom called me. I answered and she told me that my uncle was dying. I held my tears back while I was on the phone, but I couldn't once her voice was gone.
How could this be happening? I had just talked to him the week before. Now he was laying in a hospital bed on life support with no family there with him. Leaving me with no clue if he was going to live or die. I wanted to be there with him, but there was no way for me to get there.
There was nothing we could do. Just pray and hope he would pull through this. My mom started making phone calls and started making plans for a funeral. Phone calls from doctors came everyday. They told us not to give up yet and he would come out of the coma. I hadn't lost hope but my mom and aunt had.
He remained on life support because the only person that could take him off of it was my grandpa and he had not had any contact with the doctors at all. I knew he didn't want to live like that, but I didn't want to loose him.
Weeks went by and it seemed like forever. He finally came out of it. I was so happy. Of course he wasn't all the way back to normal yet. I mean he had just had two massive heart attacks that put him into a coma. But he was alive and that's all that mattered to me then.
My uncle is now back in Virginia and I see him a lot. He's on medication, but I think he's going to be OK. I had never been so scared and sad in my entire life and I never want to go through that again.
My uncle was living in Indiana when it happened. I had just gotten home from school when my mom called me. I answered and she told me that my uncle was dying. I held my tears back while I was on the phone, but I couldn't once her voice was gone.
How could this be happening? I had just talked to him the week before. Now he was laying in a hospital bed on life support with no family there with him. Leaving me with no clue if he was going to live or die. I wanted to be there with him, but there was no way for me to get there.
There was nothing we could do. Just pray and hope he would pull through this. My mom started making phone calls and started making plans for a funeral. Phone calls from doctors came everyday. They told us not to give up yet and he would come out of the coma. I hadn't lost hope but my mom and aunt had.
He remained on life support because the only person that could take him off of it was my grandpa and he had not had any contact with the doctors at all. I knew he didn't want to live like that, but I didn't want to loose him.
Weeks went by and it seemed like forever. He finally came out of it. I was so happy. Of course he wasn't all the way back to normal yet. I mean he had just had two massive heart attacks that put him into a coma. But he was alive and that's all that mattered to me then.
My uncle is now back in Virginia and I see him a lot. He's on medication, but I think he's going to be OK. I had never been so scared and sad in my entire life and I never want to go through that again.
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