What people didn't always know was that everything about my life wasn't as pretty as my ruffled socks or new outfit. Alot of times the outfits just covered up alot of things I actually went through as a child. Growing up my mother wasn't always around so I lived with my grandmother for a while and to everyone it was just a small transition and I would quickly get over it but it wasn't a phase and my childhood wasn't as bright as my new clothes or as pretty as my hair. It wasn't easy.
Living with my grandmother wasn't rough and no we didn't struggle for food. We where financially stable but I know everyone knows the saying "money isn't everything". although my grandmother stepped up and took the role of motherhood to me and my two brothers like it was 2ND nature, I was still the oldest and I still just needed to be with my mother but my mother needed to be by herself for a while. I guess me and my brothers became too much for her and she was just too overwhelmed so my grandmother was there to take us off her shoulders.But of course I didnt understand that and even today at times I try to but I dont. Shes our mother so whatever she was going through I felt she should have dealt with that and us because it was her duty as our MOM. Me and my brothers felt that staying with grandma meant" do what you want and have fun", you know like vacation but as weeks turned into months it wasn't becoming a little vacation to me anymore I was ready to go home. I started to feel as if my mother didn't want me and my brothers anymore and this made me grow resentment towards them because before they came along I was the only child and I was my mothers everything. we shopped all the time together, we got our nails done together, she was more than just my mom, and not to sound cheesy but she was my best friend and I felt abandoned or betrayed when she needed to be alone. as days went on I just knew that us having to stay with my grandmother was all because of my brothers because my mother would never need time away from me so it had to be them. although no one knew of my anger I became very bitter on a daily basis. I didn't wanna eat or listen to anyone I just wanted to be with my mother and do things that my mother and I did together like shop. whether I only went to the mall to get ice cream or walk around that became the only time I wasn't so upset because I was doing what me and my mother would be doing if we where together. My grandmother was an excellent grandmother and knew every emotion or feeling I was going through without me having to telll her. you know when your upset and everyone asking "whats wrong" well my grandmother always knew, all the time, but this particular problem she couldn't mend I needed and wanted to be with my mom. my mom came around every now and then just to visit but came less and less because every time she came it was harder and harder for my brothers and I to let her go. After about 6 months my brothers and I went home to my mom. for that whole day I called myself holding this grudge towards my mom for leaving me for so long. I didn't want to talk to her, hug her, even look at her, but it was getting harder by the minute because I missed her so much. The love I had and still have for my mother was stronger than the hate I had for her those 6 months. Later that night I was in my bed, so happy to be home and even happier to be with my mom. I couldn't stay mad any longer and I went and got into my moms bed and she just held my that night, she simply said she loved me, apologized, kissed my forehead, and told me good night and I fell asleep. in the whole 6 months that was the best nights sleep I had since I left my mother. the next morning we went to the nail salon and talked all about what my mother was going through and why she did what she did and how hard it was for her to do it, but to be honest I feel like even if my mom would have left me and my brothers at my grandmothers house for 3 years and came back and told me she loved me and held me while I feel asleep in her bed I couldn't stay mad at her because shes my best friend, even when im mad at her shes the best mom, but most important I know I only have one.
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2 comments:
1. Explain how the writer uses the first sentence or two to grab the reader’s attention. If the opening doesn’t grab your attention, give the writer a suggestion on how to do so.
2. What is your favorite line from the story? Why?
3. Quote the section that contains the most vivid sensory details.
4. What section could be improved through more detailed description including sensory details?
5. Does the ending wrap up the story?
6. What is clever and/or lively about the ending?
1. I liked the opening sentences of the story and I think they are attention grabbing because it makes us wonder what was being covered up.
2. “I needed and wanted to be with my mom” is my favorite sentence of the story because I think it’s all something we can relate to in some way or another.
3. The part that contains this would be “ I started to feel as if my mother didn’t want me………..when she needed to be alone.
4. The section where you talked about your grandma. Tell exactly what she did to step up and take care of you and your brothers.
5. The ending dos wrap up the story and it shows now that she was with her mother again, everything seems to be okay.
6. What's clever about the story is that she shows how although she still didn't understand her mom's actions, she was still able to forgive her and move on because she relized that she only had one.
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