family

Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.

Bad Hair Day
One of the things I stand against entirely is parent’s disciplining their children by giving them embarrassing haircuts. I feel this way based on experience, and the day I had to go to school with one of the worst haircuts ever. Even as I write about this experience, the feelings of embarrassment come back to me, and it hurts. I was in the eighth grade; I remember the day before the haircut like it was yesterday.
By Maelyn Jeffers7 years ago in Humans
Escaping My Past... Part Three
Age 13 I wake up. My mouth dry and my head throbbing from silently screaming for hours the previous night. I stare at my surroundings. I am in my closet. It’s nearly pitch black. I look down at my arms. I see the scratch marks are still there. The redness is still there developing into a near cut. Flashbacks start to flood my thoughts. I can still see her now. Screaming in my face because I forgot to follow an order. I stood there helpless unable to move. Seeing her with her arm extended ready to hit me. Her wide emerald eyes. From the outside, she's quite beautiful. Long curly black hair, piercing green eyes, and a tall figure. On the inside, however, the devil inside her comes and goes as she loses her temper, usually under the influence of alcohol. I slowly watch it consume her and cloud her judgment. I have no choice. I wince and walk through, bracing for impact. I suddenly remember her taking my arms with her long nails and slowly running them across my skin scraping my skin 'til I bleed. At this point, I don’t feel it. There’s so much adrenaline in my body I can no longer feel her hurting me or hear her words. They come into focus now. “Piece of shit”... "Bitch"... I remember it now as my vision became blurred as I shut all the light out of my room sinking into my closet between the two walls. Immediately out of anger punching my hands against my hard textbooks causing pain to shoot through my hand. For some reason this numbs my pain I feel inside for a few seconds, then begins to hurt physically. My ears began to ring and my tears started to take over. I can no longer stop. I look at my hand, watching both hands, how they violently begin to shake. With several attempts, I grab my pillow and blanket and fall into a deep sleep in the fetal position.
By Angel 🌹🌹🌹7 years ago in Humans
Escaping My Past... Part Two
Confusion. A few months later... AM: I wake up and it dawns on me that I am still confused as to why he left. I couldn't wrap my brain around the reason... why? Why did he leave? Was it because of me? I am at fault? Was it my mother? I couldn't find any answers. I pace constantly back and forth, thinking over and over trying to draw conclusions as to why he had to leave. Irritable I decide to wait until 8:30. Braiding my dog's hair and giving it hugs. 9:00AM. I hear the sink running on the other side of the house. Her footsteps inching closer to the door. Stopping abruptly before touching the doorknob to listen. She always came in as if she has to say something important, but it was nothing new after my father left. "Hurry up take the dogs out and feed them."
By Angel 🌹🌹🌹7 years ago in Humans
My Mother, Myself
As another Mother's Day passes in the United States, I got another opportunity to reflect on my relationship with mother. I am not sure what it is about this holiday, but each year it passes, I am overwhelmed with many feelings, particularly grief.
By Karla Quezon7 years ago in Humans
Abuse Was A Tragedy
Hello Everyone. My name is Tyreeon. I'm a 17 year old female made up of African and Honduran descent. I wanted to discuss a topic amongst many topics that I have had trouble with, and I'm sure others have; abuse. Not just mental, but physical as well. Today we are focusing on the physical.
By Tyree Lola7 years ago in Humans
Caged
Her mind buzzed with excitement and worry, unsure of what path to take next. As if in a knee jerk reflex, she decided to walk to the art gallery and distract herself for the afternoon until she was truly ready to decide for herself what she should do. Standing in the art exhibit, surrounded by an array of beautiful and unique displays, she found herself caught in a trance, as if one piece spoke to her. In a dark corner to her right a single ray of golden sunlight danced, highlighting a delicate artifact that was suspended by a single golden thread. In harsh contrast, a frail rusted birdcage that was weathered and old, housed the delicate creation.
By Amber Gant7 years ago in Humans
A Teenager's First Heartbreak
I’m sure nearly all of us can relate to the pain of a first heartbreak. Mine happened when I was 17 and the heartbreak lasted into me turning 18.
By Henri Goulding7 years ago in Humans
Quinces
My father actively avoided my mother for the next couple of weeks. In fact, when school returned, he learned my mother’s route and took heed to never walk in the same hallway. As the local paperboy, he significantly sped up his walk when approaching the Castilla’s household and avoided glances in incidents when the girls were outside. He later told me that he regretted taking the time to repair his ego, because when he finally cracked my mom's hard exterior, it was—as he puts it—bellisima.
By Sonia Schmitt7 years ago in Humans
Quinces
For my mother, her fifteenth birthday was not only a mark into womanhood with her quinceañera celebrating the transition, but also the dread of missing her period.
By Sonia Schmitt7 years ago in Humans
Dumbass Gets Smacked by Reality
Life really knows how to smack the shit out of you. Being a human is hard, shit, being a human in America is really hard. Breathing is even a difficult task it seems these days. I'm an 18 year old, not in college, winging it... to say the least.
By Calese Michelle7 years ago in Humans
He Saved Our Lives
I was once married to a man who I thought I had wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Well that feeling was mutual until I fell pregnant with both our kids. When it came to him being faithful at first, I had nothing to worry about but one day he started to basically beg me to find a boyfriend to be there for me on the nights he was out as late with his friends. I did not want to do it, he begged me for two years and I found the man who would wind up being mine and my children’s saving grace I just did not know it at the time.
By Amy Tripp7 years ago in Humans
Goodbye 2018
I once read: “Tip of the day: When you look back in 2018, don’t think of it as a year of pain but a year of growth. You made it through each day. You should be proud of yourself. You are a better you, despite all the hardships. Take a deep breath and enter 2019 with hope and confidence."
By Karen Bonnie7 years ago in Humans