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http://jrock45.wordpress.com/2008/10/13/autobiographical/

 

http://alisha94.wordpress.com/2008/10/12/grandpas-funeral/

 

http://niece006.wordpress.com/2008/10/06/the-trail/          [SHE STILL HAS NOT APRROVE MY COMMENTS BUT THESE ARE ALL OF THE THREE BLOGS I COMMENTED]

Growing Up

            As a young girl, I thought all I would have to worry about was when my dad would come home and tuck me in for bed. I never imagined that I would witness what real violence felt like. My father was not always a bad man, he loved and cared for all of his children including my half sister Nancy who was not his daughter. When we moved to a new apartment, it was like an adventure to me. I would run around the empty house when daddy would pretend to be a dinosaur. That was life back then, I was young and helpless and Daddy was my hero. However, some people say “Things change as you grow” and I had to stand up for what was right and for my own safety.

             “How are we going to pay rent? You do not do anything  around this house! All you do is sleep, eat, and hang out with such low live friends!”, Mom would say every night because my dad would come home smelling like alcohol and drugs.

             “I don’t have to pay rent, these are your kids not mine! especially that ugly, scrawny, nasty freak of Nancy”, Dad screamed out in the open.

              As I looked to where Nancy was, I could hear her trying hard not to cry. I knew exactly what my parents were fighting about; they have been going at it for months now. My pleasant and soothing  nights became wars. My mom was fighting again because Dad took her money and rent was coming. We were already a month behind and now we would probably be kicked out. As the screaming got louder, my little sister Yasmin woke up. she was cuddled warmly in her blanket. When she saw me sitting on the bed, her wandering eyes just stared at the door.

             “Are my mommy and daddy fighting again?” her sleepy voice asked.

             “Shut up and go back to sleep”, my brother Cesar demanded, “Is Nancy crying again because of my dad?” he asked knowing the  answer already.

              “Nancy, don’t cry. My dad doesn’t mean what he is saying. You might not be his daughter but he couldn’t hate you for that. We love you! You’re my big sis…”my voice faded away because I knew nothing I say would cheer her up.

                The room we were in wasn’t”t as dark because of the light shining from the living room. We all shared  a room together because my mom and dad shared the other room. My brother slept by the window I slept by my baby sister Yasmin near the door and Nancy slept in the corner of the wall because it was much more comfortable for her over there. As the voices of my brother and sisters faded away, I could not help it but to go out to the living room where my dad and mom were and see why they were arguing more than ever this night. I opened the door and peaked out, I witnessed my father punching my mother in the face, knocking her out of her balance and down to the floor!

             ”Daddy, Daddy! You hit mommy!” I yelled and cried, feelings of confusion came running through my head as I ran towards the living room.

              “Why don’t you be a good girl and go back to the room. Why are you so nosey? Didn’t this women teach you any better? I can’t imagine having a girl like you!” my father said with a huge laugh.

               I felt like my heart sank into the deep black sea. He had never said anything like that to me. I manage to not let my tears fall down as ran towards my mother who was on the other side of the living room. My mother’s eyes had great fear in them. This fear was so scary, it sent goosebumps all over my body. Her bloody nose and watery eyes gave me courage to confront him. I  knew he was stronger than my mother and I, but that did not stop me. I grabbed my shoe and prayed for God to be by my side. I tossed the shoe at him. The shoe hit him on his back, this made my father furious. I stood there motionless as he grabbed me and shoved me against the wall. I fell hard on the floor. I hit the floor so hard that my backbones cracked all at once. the pain was unbearable but I did not cry. I did not want the creature whom I thought would always be there for me and promised to never put a hand on me, see the tears run down my face.

               “Stop! I’m sick and tired of you ruining our lives and mostly Nancy’s life!” my brother Cesar said in a tone that made me feel safe but also as if god had sent an angel to protect us.

                My father turned around, surprised about the look in Cesar’s eyes, they showed anger and pain. My father went into the room where Yasmin and Nancy stayed at. He yelled at Nancy, calling her an outsider. So much pain was brought into my heart, as I heard him say those cruel words that made Nancy’s self-esteem go down. I grabbed the same shoe and this time aimed for his head.

                The shoe hit him hard and he lost his balance. As he turned to face me, I got the courage I needed to tell him what I thought about him now.

                 ”You are a good for nothing jerk! Hero! What hero? You’re nothing but a coward. I can’t believe I thought as you as a real man, you are nothing but a fool!”

                 ”Hahahaha, you think you’re so tough! Let me tell you something Beatrice, I never loved you! I always thought of you as a mistake. You’re nothing with out my help. As for you kids, I am ashamed that you kids have my blood and my last name!” he said as he open the door and walked away forever.

               A year passed so fast. I was entering second grade with health problems, I weigh 155 pounds because of missing my father for year lead me towards the comfort of food. Ever since my father’s last words, my self-esteem was very low. As years went by, I met one of my closest friends ever in fourth grade, she taught me how to be active, her encouragement lead to me loosing a lot of weight but also being very athletic. I learned that for me to survive this world, I had to be strong and let go of my love I had towards my father. This experience has taught me to stand up for myself and to never fear the conflicts of life. I feel like this had to happen for me to grow up as the person I am today. I am no longer a spoiled brat who always ran to her daddy for protection, I now stand as an individual who is willing to take on the world.

Hello world!

Do you think hunting is bad? why or why not?

 

Answer: i think hunting can be a bad thing and a good thing. it depends if you hunt for the wrong wrong reason such as for fun. some people hunt to keep on living but others like if  it was a fun game . I think hunting should be a thing about gathering food for your family and making use of the fur. I would hate to see an animal being killed because someone thought it was cool and becuase  they don’t care about our animals. I understand that people hunt for protection of their land and family but when your out their hunting just becuase you feel like it, now that’s what you call a crazy person. Animals do have feelings and i feel that  it is important for people to know this. My father used to hunt rabbits and when i asked him why he did this, his response was he loves seeing them suffer for some what minutes and then just give up.  it makes me want to show people that we are consider animals too and I know that we wouldnt want to get hunted so why do we still do this?