Why do you let your past hold you from your dreams? What makes people let their emotions get the best of them? My journey has been long and tiresome, but I will never give up on life. Hermann Hesse says it the best, “God does not send us despair in order to kill us; he sends it in order to awaken us to new life”. I am a testimony to this quote and will never forget the reason why.
Four years ago my story became a lifelong lesson and an unforgettable tragedy. It all started my freshman summer; my mother had a boyfriend that seemed down to earth and trustworthy. If I only could have look past the act and really seen the reality of it all I would be a happier young adult with a better mindset. He played with me and my sister all the time and we were very attached to him. If we needed anything he was right there. In my heart I knew something just was not right especially with him paying a lot of attention to me than my mother or my other siblings.
One night there was a big argument that broke out in my mother’s house, you could hear screaming echoing through the hallway. My sister and me jumped out of our beds and went toward our bedroom door. We saw two shadows and I turned on the light. My mother had his neck wrapped around her hand and he could not even budge from her grip. She said, “I never want to see you in this house again and me and you are done”. I knew from that night on I would be okay and my judgment was for the better good.
A couple of weeks after the controversy blew over, I spent the night at my godmother’s house like I would normally do every weekend. The whole neighborhood was there and we had a lot of fun until at ten o’clock that night it was time for everybody to go home. My godmother, god sisters, god brother, and sister stayed up and watch a movie then my phone rang and after I picked up my life would never be the same. My mother called and said she left the key under the mat at the house and told me to go get it and that she loved me and my sister and that she will see us tomorrow morning. So I put on a jacket and shoes and walked down the street to get the key, but I felt strange the whole walk there so I came at a complete stop because my house door was open and everybody was gone.
I questioned myself saying, “Who could it be and should I call the police?” After analyzing the situation I walked in the door and I heard a familiar voice. It was him my mother’s recent ex-boyfriend in her room looking for...