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| a-demons-angel (profile) wrote, on 10-24-2006 at 2:21am | |
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| Message: Tragedy can be a blessing in disguise. It was after dark. My little sister, Asja, and I were happily playing with our Barbie dolls in my room in our cozy house in Dallas, Georgia; Ken had just confessed his undying love to the ever beautiful and mysterious Mermaid Barbie and was now proposing. The Little Mermaid had always been my favorite story. But just as Barbie was about to say “yes”, a terror-invoking shout erupted from the hallway, followed by a choking sob that filled me with more fear than I should have ever known. I rushed out into the hallway as fast as I could, Asja right on my heels. We emerged just in time to see Daddy violently shove Mommy against the wall and slap her hard against the face. I watched helplessly with the grim realization that there was nothing I could do to help her, the one that loved me more than anyone ever could. When she feebly tried to push him away, he struck her again. I took it upon myself to protect Asja from this horror and gently ushered her into her room, softly closing the door behind us. The only light in her room filtered in from the street through the blinds on the window, dimly illuminating the floor beneath the window with an orange glow. I could barely make out Asja’s small and quivering frame, she was scared and confused, but her eyes were aglow with the desperate need to do something. I helped her into bed and layed down beside her. “Is Mommy going to be alright?” she asked in a tiny worried voice. She didn’t understand what exactly was going on, but understood that something was wrong. “She’ll be fine.” I replied, kissing her forehead, and reassured her of the this until she fell sound asleep. I however, laid awake, unable to sleep. I prayed, wished, hoped something would happen to stop what I could still hear going on. And a few months later, on July 25th, 1996, my prayers were answered in a way that I never could’ve imagined. I couldn’t have been asleep for more than a few hours when my mother burst into my room and shook me awake. “Wake up, Jade, wake up! Something’s wrong, we have to go to the hospital right now! There’s no time to get dressed, Aunt Anita and Uncle Butch are already waiting in the driveway. Go ahead and run out there while I grab Asja.”, she said in a frightened voice. I stifled a yawn, quickly jumped out of bed, and rushed outside with my mother following close behind with Asja in her arms. The drive to the hospital was a blur, and once we got to the hospital, we rushed into the lobby, and were immediately directed to a waiting room. I found myself waiting with only Butch and Asja, my grandmother had come too, but all the women were somewhere else. We didn’t wait long before they all came back in the room crying with more pain than I ever could’ve thought possible. I was beyond confused and frightened. I turned to Butch and asked “What’s going on?” to which he replied in a pained but quiet voice. “Your dad is dead.” And as I sat there in shock, refusing to let myself cry so as not to scare Asja further, something inside me died. I was 6 and Asja was 2. This event marked the real beginning of my life. In the years that followed, my mother would move my sister and I down to Florida, where we would live poorly, with her drifting from one wicked man to another, making happiness always seem just out of reach. And up until a few years ago, it was. Four years ago I met the best sister from another mother a girl could ever have, Emily Galea, and the best friends ever. Dylia, Naomi, Loni, Keith, Josh, Bill, and Adam. I also met my first love, Diego, whom I'm still with today. But more importantly than all of this, my mother gave birth to my little sister, Athena, who is now 2. You have never known joy unless you have had the privilege to raise a child. It’s the most amazing experience in the world, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not even to have my abusive father back. I understand now that there must be a balance. For every pain, a moment in heaven, for every tear, a smile, for every laugh, a cry, for every tragedy, a blessing, and for every death, a life. Yeah... So.... It's really emo. But I thought that it would get me a better grade. That's not to suggest it isn't true though. LOVE YA ~insert quack Emily face~ <3 |
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