An Unbreakable Bond

     Four years ago when I was thirteen years old my grandmother use to take me to this place called Famous Dave. She used to take me there all the time because I did well in school and never gave her any problems. We used to have Grandmother and Granddaughter day because I was the only one out of all her grandchildren that love to be around her, it would always be me, my brother and my three girl cousin that would be over my auntie house but ill be the only one waiting on my grandma to come so I can spend time with her. My Grandmother is a nice and caring  person she love to cook and clean for everybody.

My Grandmother and I would do everything together I used to go to the store with her, she always did my  hair because I never wanted to go anywhere with my hair not did because I would have cried. I used to go to the store and buy what ever I wanted without her saying no sometimes because she would tell me im not about to spend all of her money.  She used to tell me  tell me she love my company  all time she use to tell me that what  ever I need don’t be scared to ask for nothing because she felt that it was worth giving it to me. I loved my Grandmother for who she is she is a positive person when she want to be only if you don’t make her mad  she would  tell me good things and tell me follow the right path. Some Grandparents don’t have that relationship that my grandmom and I had. It’s a good relationship, such as supporting me and never leaving my side.

       I learned that you should have a better relationship with your Grandparents and parents because you only get one family in a life time in to not have a bond with them can be a bad thing because one day u can wake up in they might not be around anymore.

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My Opportunity

                

Now that I am looking back There’s 1 place that kept me out of trouble.The gym. Basketball helped me change my life and stay out of trouble. It all started when I was about 8 years old. My god mother bought me my first basketball rim. I had already knew how to play a little bit but didnt have my own rim. I was a bad kid got suspended from school alot. I fought the students. I disrespected the teachers.I even used to steal from the stores.I didnt even listen to anything anybody told me. I thought everything was funny. I hung out with people I wasnt supposed to. In gym when,I was little,I would play basketball. I was scared to try out for the team. But,I was the best in my class.The reason,I didnt try out becuse,I use to get real nervous and mess up. Then as,i grew older,I trained myself. Played with people bigger thanme. Working to get stronger. Then came my freshman year in high school when i was really serious about basketball. i went to douglas for 2 weeks. Then,i moved to the suburbs. I played basketball at parks there so people knew,i was a good player. They were saying,i can make it to the NBA. I was always tall. The biggest one in my class.Basket ball tryouts started. I went to the first one and the second one.They told me,i didnt make the team. I was really angry.Because,i felt like,i was the best one.I didnt make it because,I didnt know how to do the plays.So,every single day,i went to the gym and just worked on my game.The gym felt like it was my home. When,i was in the gym,i felt at peace.Then,i moved back to chicago.Then,my mom put me in an alternative school call (ASA)For no reason. I was playing for their team for a little bit.Then,i stopped because,i started playing for 5 other teams. I didnt have any time to myself.Just practices and games back to back. But,i love it.I was in the gym more my own house.I played for this basketball team at laffalette park. We won every game,we played then we made it  to th championshipwe lost by1 point. I wasnt mad because,we did our best.I get respect from the people,i use to hang with.I look back now,18 the people i use to hang with getting locked up.They getting shot.I changed alot.I take school more serious.I think i made the right choice.I thaank god for my talent.

A Shattered Bond

         

    Ever since I was younger, I was kind of a difficult child. I got into a lot of trouble whether at home, at school or and outside of school. I remember her and I know who my mother is but she always had one leg in, and one leg out of my life.

   When I was about 4 years old, I began to get worst. I’d fight my brothers and sisters, other students in my class, and people on the outside also.                 Teachers started to call constantly more than 5 times a week. One Monday morning, I was in pre-school and my principle called home and said “Asia is usually easy to handle but today, this isn’t Asia.” From that day on my mother kept me home. I always wondered why home for me wasn’t the same for my siblings. Why I went home to my grandmas, yet my sister’s lived with my mom and my brother lived with my father. Although there were good times, the bad always out weight the good. My Grandma was sick and had gotten worst.

    My younger sister Kyra and were I were just a year & a few months apart. She’s really who I played with the most and spent most of my time with.

    On this day, I can’t exactly remember what I was upset about but, I can remember her cry. She was crying so loud I just knew my mom had heard. I knew I was in trouble; I stabbed my sister in the eye with a flathead screw driver and it was so close to hitting her actual eye. At that moment I just knew I was in trouble. I don’t even remember why or what had made me do what I did to her. I was scared, and I felt so bad just couldn’t understand why I did what I had done. “She could’ve been hurt badly, she could’ve lost her eyesight”; that’s all I could think to myself.

    Days went by and I wasn’t too much in trouble but my mom seemed worried. I had been staying with my mom for some time because my grandma was admitted into the hospital.

  Whenever I’d go out with my mom we’d go shopping or somewhere nice, yet on this day it was something different. We walked into this big place. It looked just like the hospital where I visited my grandma, but it wasn’t. “Are we visiting Grandma Ma?” I asked, “No, I’m just taking you for a checkup”, She responded. Too young to understand, I just thought to myself “what was wrong” I felt ok, tummy didn’t hurt, wasn’t coughing and I was just confused.

   I heard my Name being called and my mom grabbed my arm and jumped right up. We sat down in the little room. An older man with grey hair and glasses walked in, Sat at his desk and immediately proceeded with his questions. He asked my name like 4 times, Asked me “When is your birthday, When were you born, what is your date of birth?” He asked me in plenty different ways to confused me but I answered them all the same. Then, things got personal, and asked my mom to step out. He asked me questions about my feelings. He wanted to know what made me upset, sad, and happy and I answered them all truthfully. He was all done with all his crazy questions and I was ready to go home, but my mom said we had to wait. Two ladies walked up, one with scrubs on another dressed regularly and pulled my mom aside. The two women exchanged a few words with my mom one walked away and the one dressed in scrubs stood aside. I seen my moms head just drop and from behind I can tell she was crying. The lady called me her way and my mom squatted down to me and said “You have to stay here a few days, Mommy’s not going to leave, Every night I’ll be in that parking lot waiting on you and they’re going to take care of you here”. I was scared I didn’t want to stay there and I thought my mom had the option of just taking me home. Yet she didn’t.

       I missed everyone my brothers, sisters, and the one person I missed the most was my grandma. She was sick and I couldn’t see her, touch her, and kiss her, nothing. I couldn’t understand how my mom can leave me there or why she didn’t at lease try to take me home.

     I was only there a week and it felt like years, decades. I barely ate or showered and hardly ever spoke to anyone. I was hurt, and I somewhat resented my mother for that, yet I didn’t speak on that because it was time for me to go home and I wasn’t worried about anything else.

        It was the week before my brother’s birthday and my grandmother had gotten worst. I was staying with my father now so I was at the hospital more often than usual because my dad understood the bond we shared and knew I hadn’t seen her. “Dad what’s all those tubes for “I asked “Those tubes are to help grandma breath” he responded. I knew it was serious because my grandma didn’t use any of that at home, especially to breath.

     August 27^th, 2005 my mother got a phone call from the hospital and they wanted her there immediately. She was gone, my grandma was gone. She was my heart, the only person who truly understood me, when my mom tried to make me take those medications, my grandma didn’t let her. My world felt empty and so did my heart. After the funeral and the situation died down a little bit, I hardly saw my mom and sisters. I felt some disconnection, as if something wasn’t right. My family was falling apart and I understood more because I was getting older. My mom wasn’t herself. She wasn’t working anymore, she was depressed and act as if she didn’t care for anything no longer.

          I turn 18 in just a few months. My mindset is different and I understand a lot of things that go on because I’m older now. But I still find myself asking why? I still can’t understand why my mom didn’t try hard enough or why she doesn’t try now. Forget the past I can’t get that back, but now and the future why not try? I miss our bond and I want that back as bad as I want my grandma back...

A Story about a Beautiful Girl and Her Mother

Thirteen years ago when I was five years old my mother use to take me to my favorite place called Denny’s. She used to take me all the time because I did well in school in got good grades. We used to have mother and daughter day because I was the only girl out of four kids, it was three boys and me of course. My mother is a nice person she have a job she take care of her four children including my daughter. 

My mother and I would do everything together I used to go to the store with her, do her hair. I used to go to the store and buy what ever I wanted without her saying no. I used to tell her I loved her all the time she use to tell me that she wouldn’t trade me for nothing in the world because I was a mini-her. I love my mother for who she is she is a positive person and she tell me good things and tell me follow the right path. Some parents don’t have that relationship that my mom and I had. It’s a good relationship, such as supporting me and never leaving my side.

 I learned that you should have a better relationship with your parents and talk to your parents and not talk back to your parents cherish every moment with your parents because you won’t know what happened. I feel so amazed by her because she is a good lady and she is positive. I love every moment with her she help me with everything. She helped me with my baby and with my school. She is a loving caring person and she didn’t have to be there she could of left but she stood by my side when I had my baby at a young age.