In a small town in Italy, a young boy by the name of Montressor spent his days looking at the blank walls of his bedroom; and his nights falling asleep to the sound of his parents fighting. After his mom left when he was only eleven Montressor becamse more withdrawn and chose to seclude himself at school and home. At school, Montressor dealt with many bullues, the worst being a boy called Fortunato. Fortunato would continuously turn the other children against him. Montressor would go home everyday and lay in bed for hours just watching the ceiling.
It was a cold winter Sunday morning in January when my dad got the phone call he answered the phone and walked outside and sat in his car. When he came back in he told my brother and I to go wait up in his room for him. When he got up there we were sitting on the beds and he says kids I do not know how to tell you this and right then I started to cry my eyes out I only had one thought going through my head at that moment and my little brother was clueless. My dad goes your mother has passed away it was the hardest thing to deal with. We knew a counselor at the school she was a family friend my father called her and told her what had just happened she sent an email out to all the teachers at the school to let them know that our mother had passed away.
The conspiracy theories behind Marilyn's demise are many. No-one really knows the full truth simply because those directly involved won't talk about it (and anyway most have died by now). It is definitely a fact that there were people present in Marilyn's house on the day and morning of her death. On Saturday morning August 4, 1962, Marilyn was up early for breakfast(grapefruit) having not slept well for most of the night. Apparently she was in bad form complaining about her house guest's (her personal publicist, Pat Newcomb, who had spent the night, woke at 9 A.M.) ability to sleep well while she couldn't.
Not being in a physical form anymore, I can only drift in and out of places without any real anchor to any specific place; at times, the things I see are far from entertaining. But that night I had been to my parents’ house. To my house. I had never been willing to go back there after I had died and frankly didn’t want to, but that night I was forced into the house. Into my room.
When dinner was ready I tried to sit and talk to her but she stood up with her plate and gone she went to her room. I could not believe this atrocity was happening to me. Eventually, we had to go together to family reunions but this didn’t stop her from not talking to me. Sometimes my mother would not wait for me to come out of school and she would leave me home alone to go eat lunch with her sisters. This looked like revenge to me against what I had said before when I was sixteen.
This employer discriminated on me because I was a pregnant female. First I lost my job at Brinks Home Security corporate as a programmer because I was pregnant and sick all the time. I was very sick and place on bed rest periodically. I had headaches and lots of chest pain. I was fully released from bed rest when I was about six months into my pregnancy.
Gault’s mom came home that day from work and could not find her son anywhere. She then sent Gault’s oldest brother out to look for him. With no luck, they went to Gault’s friend Lewis’ house where they found out the dreadful news. The Lewis family also told them that they had a hearing in the Juvenile Court the following day. (Gerald punishment) The Supreme Court made their decision.
She ended up telling my grandma she was pregnant, who was very upset about it, and eventually my grandpa found out. He was so 38 disappointed that he kicked my mom out of the house. She moved in with my dad, thinking things were going to be good now that her family was together, but little did she know that the next five months were going to be terrible. My dad was the total opposite of what she
After his mother dies he states that he never visited her, “…because it took up my Sunday- not to mention the trouble of getting to the bus, buying tickets, and spending two hours traveling”(5). He wasn’t even willing to go she his mother when she was in a rest home. He tries to excuse himself by blaming it on technicalities. However, no Sunday is as important as bonding with an aging mother. He obviously was never close to her, due to his lack of wanting to visit her.
And while I had my toys and my friends around I still had to be responsible about doing my homework and wake up every morning and wear my clothes to go to school. I learned to do everything by myself and. Finally after one year my dad decided that we can go to see my mom. At the first time, I did not feel anything when I saw her because I could not remember her as a mom. This really hurt me as