Meg at first falls back on her father for guidance and security, but soon realizes he cannot provide that. She becomes upset when he does not help her achieve her ultimate goal. She soon realizes that she must do some things on her own and that it would be the only way she would grow and mature. Since my dad was the only one to take care of me, I had a different childhood. I did things on my own a little earlier than others.
I always asked myself, if my mother new the type of man he was, why would she let him be the one to discipline us? She left him for good reason, for being abusive to her and I never really understood that why it was him that had to do the disciplining. Throughout time
(30) * “I’m busy clearing up, go and bug your Grandma”. After all, “Ma” is also the word used for grandmother, just two different tones used.” * From a very early age, I know that my grandmother and my mother do not get along. So I become an informer at the age of four, moving from one camp to the other, depending on which side offers the best bribe. (31) * “I will never tell you anything again, because you are such a word-spreader” (33) * “Aiyoooo, your mother doesn’t even care for her
I was the first born and was the only child till I was six, but during those six years I witness my mother getting hit by my father and him being drunk every day and never home. I was scared and didn’t know if this was okay and normal for my parents but what I did know is whenever it happened I was hiding and covering my ears. My dad would go on drinking binges for days with his cousins and would never be home, my mom would worry and leave me to go find him, usually he was at a bar or at his cousins house and she would bring him home. That’s when things would get throw, slaps would be heard, cries as well, and another beer opening. It got worse and not only was he hitting my mom but now me as well.
This was a bummer for me because I had a feeling that the bad boss was going to do everything he can do to get me out the door. So, as the days passed by I was noticing that everything I did was not how he wanted it to be done. He always was taking
He always abused my mother, even me and my brother, when he was not happy for something. In my memories, he didn’t teach me anything, include knowledge, skills, and even games, except his yelling, vituperation and violence. All of these made me very quiet, very sensitive, and more self-center. I felt unsafe and be ready to protect myself all the time. When I grew up till I was eighteen, I left home right away.
As parents we encourage our children to become independent and when they do, we feel lost and normally do not really want to let go. We miss instructing them, their dependency and being a guiding force. And if anyone felt the way I did when our son left home, “what do I do now?” It took me longer to recover than it did with our daughter and honestly I have not fully recuperated from the separation. But I did recognize that it is a normal reaction to be sad when your child leaves home and even go into their room and sit there for a while, just do not allow depression to set in. This is also a happy moment, now you have the opportunity to see the revealing of what you have taught your child come to fruition.
The story questioned me whether or not this was a dream or reality. Whichever it was will still haunt him for the rest of his life. • Analysis: After I researched the story I found that no one clearly concluded whether Goodman Brown’s journey was a dream or reality. While he was on the journey to his own defense he did try to hold a good regard for his wife, even though he did the wrong thing and left her. Before Goodman Brown left the house, Faith begged him to stay.
His dad was never around when I needed him. I learned to take care of my son as a single parent. With this second pregnancy, I knew it was going to be harder. I would have to do it all over again and alone. With this pregnancy, the dad didn’t know about it, and I knew he wouldn’t help me because he has two girls that he doesn’t see or support.
Spilled Salt: By Barbara Neely The short story “spilled salt”, by Barbara Neely is about a single mother, Myrna, who raised her son alone since he was six. The son, Kenny, convinced a crime. Because he raped a girl, he spent four years in prison and the story starts when he released from prison and came back home where his mother doesn’t want to live with him anymore. She doesn’t want to lose her sweet memories of the little and funny boy. She loves the boy who was four years ago and not the man who is now standing in front of her.