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Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!
First Impression: Well, this was a powerful little story here. Not much happened here at all and yet it managed to really bring across some very interesting points right here...aand capture the kind of emotional turmoil from the sort of sadness this kind of situation can bring.
Anyway let's get right to it,
The day I left school to start my winter break early,(I never go to school on theactual last day of school, I mean who does?), I was back to normal. I had finallygotten things back to the way they used to be before my melt down. I would tell youabout that, but that’ll be another chapter. I was happy, smiling and laughing with real joyand and not the fake emotion that I’d throw up just to make my councilor happy. I justwish I could’ve felt like that forever.
We have some very interesting choices made here in this introduction..first of all it looks like this is the protagonist themselves writing tis down somehow...and it looks like they're someone that's just managed to recover from a pretty bad time to be a bit happy again judging by things but then there's a warning that perhaps things are about to get bad once again..its certainly an interesting choice of words there, makes you think quite a bit.
The first few days of the break were good. I was really just in chill mode, relaxing with my niece in my room watching Christmas specials and news about those poor children who’d died before they ever saw twenty-thirteen. Funny how now that I think about it, neither did the girl that sat with my niece and laughed at Delano Edwards videos and talked about getting that Mytouch that she’d always wanted. Two days after Christmas, my mama called me to the kitchen and told me that my bio-mama had had a heart attack. I never really reacted to it, thinking that this was just another hospital visit and that she’d be out again in a month or so. After all, my mama always got better when things happened.
Okay...well looks like this it takes a pretty horrible turn for this person right here, they recover from whatever it is that the aforementioned meltdown was only to have their mother fall sick. And although it looks like initially it was just dismissed as a regular thing that would take care of its quite quickly, I have a feeling things aren't going to end quite that well for this person here.
Excuse my french but damn, what a lie that was. I knew my mama was sick, I’ve known it since my granny had died, since first grade. My adoptive mama had sat me down and told me that mama was sick, she explained to me what she had and what it meant and what I should expect. I knew all along but I still had to be a child and expect mommy to get better, cause that’s what always happened. I didn’t even worry about her, didn’t even call her to ask her. A day later, Saturday night, my mama had a stroke, calm and quiet, and nobody found her until later. Sunday morning she was brain dead and living off life support. I was ready for church, waiting to go to church and take for granted my key to everlasting life, when I was told.
Okay...well, first of all that's an interesting part there, that she has an adoptive mother although her actual mother also seems to be still alive, I assume there's going to be a few backstory reasons behind that one there....but moving past that, this is...kind of sudden, it goes from a small mention of the mother going to the hospital to just "BOOM" I have to tell you you're mother is brain dead...its a bit jarring..its a powerful reveal, don't get me wrong, but I feel like this needs to have a little bit more substance to it here.
I didn’t react, I just listened and simply said “She’s brain dead?”. I can’t say I didn’t feel anything, because I did, something changed in me. I cried softly and calmly in the car and a little at church in Sunday school. Not a lot, that was never me. I didn’t scream or wail, or even ask God why he took one of the only two people I have left in this world. I stayed calm and collected, making myself go about the day like I normally would, not allowing myself to mourn. I lay in my bed watching T.V. and not thinking when they pulled the plug and let my mama slip off into the universe. That night I didn’t sleep, at least I tried not to. I stayed awake until it was impossible to keep my eyes open and I dropped onto my pillow and drifted into my mind. I didn’t want to lay down and start thinking. Cause thinking leads to remembering, remembering leads to realization, realization leads to emotions. I didn’t want to go there. I’m still not going there.
Okay...well that's a proper tragedy there and this part does really hit you quite hard as a reader. You really can feel the sadness that this person here is feeling from having to deal with this situation here, and you can see how there's a bit of denial going on with emotions and this person's really suffering there from having to deal with this just when they were feeling a bit happier.
Two days later, New years rang in and the old year faded out. I don’t think about her. When I do, I force myself not to let the reality sink in. I don’t think at all. I checked her Facebook and wrote on her wall ‘I miss you mama.’ and then wrote to her inbox about how I should’ve called more. Her friend Kim told me how weird it was not having her call her everyday. I think its weird too. To know that she will never call or text me or even inbox me again. I let a few tears flow that day. Breaking my own rules is a staple of mine. Even when I write this I’m breaking rules cause I’m thinking, remembering, and my cheeks are damp and my throat sore from fighting the lump that’s pushing its way upwards from my belly.
Well you're doing a really nice job of getting these feelings and emotions across here...there's a really powerful image being created of the things that are going on in this person's life and that is lending itself really well to making us readers feel the kind of emotional turmoil this person is going through.
Things changed for me. I used to want to be big things and go against the reality that I’m failing classes and not getting work done because I just don’t do it. I used to dream of college and I still do, but I’m starting to realize that some things are not for me. I’m not really feeling school, it bores me. I still may become what I want, but right now I’m doing whats best for me, be it reality or not, my goal is to survive. To live. Something my mama never got to do. I was her life, she wanted her little girl(or her lil shortie, that’s what she used to call me) to have the things she didn’t. So that’s what I plan to do, to do the things she didn’t because she couldn’t. I’m gonna love and raise my children. I’m gonna work and be happy. And I hope that one day the pain of reality fades back into the background of my illusion, but until then I will remain calm.
Well...that's a bit of a bittersweet ending there with this person eventually managing to somewhat move on there, even though you can really feel how tough that is..and how its going to hang over that person's life for years to come.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall, this was a pretty well written story here. It carries a pretty powerful message here and I'd say that it delivers this message pretty effective. Well...that's about all I've gotta say about this one.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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