A Short Story : My Mother And Mother

My mother is mestiza, my father is mestizo, my brother is mestizo, my tias, my tios, as am I. All mestizos. I’ve been told I am worthy of praise because I carry your language on my tongue without an accent, because I had an American education, because I can recite allegiance to your country. I am told I am worthy because I could assimilate to the culture, unlike my parents. I am often presented with shocked faces when I speak my second language, English, faces that always tell me that they would have never guessed I spoke so perfectly, thinking they’d have to work twice as hard to understand my heavy, foreign accent—the same accent my parents have. On top of that, I am the color of the sun reigning on my skin. I found from my 17 years here, it does not matter whether you are the color of milk or whether I speak English without an accent, the moment I speak Spanish and invite someone outside of my culture into my home and they notice I have Caso Cerrado on TV or see my mother swinging her hips to Vicente Fernandez, I am no longer White to them or “an insider.” I am other, an outsider. A “dangerous” outsider. “Ni de aqui, ni de aca.” “Ni de aqui,” not White enough, deemed too Mexican. “Ni de aca,” not Mexican enough, mestiza, and too whitewashed.

In the story “My Mother” Jamaica Kincaid shows the reader that the girl has an obsession with her mother. The mother has a power over the girl throughout the book. The girl looks back onto when she was younger and misses her relationship that she had with her mother. The author shows this through intensely lyrical images and showing the problematic intimacy between the girl and her mother.

My dad cheated on my mom when I was five years old my youngest sister was only four months old. At the time I obviously did not understand what was really happening. My grandmother told me a few years back about the day my dad sat down with me and told me that he was leaving our house. She said I called her and cried and said that I didn’t have a family anymore. She said that broke her heart and knowing how I felt about this at only age five breaks my heart today. Although my parents did split up my dad went to live back with his mother. We were able to see him every Tuesday, Wednesday and every other weekend. He actually used to be my hero. When I was in third grade both my parents found new people to be with. My dad actually was dating the women he cheated on my mom with. My mom was dating some guy she met online who became my step father. This affected my life greatly. I hated moving back and forth from house to house, I have been afraid of my dad my whole life I could say he had this tone of voice and everything he did was yell and scream. He used to hit

Imagine having two kids with a wide array of physical and mental complications. Raising my brother and I was no easy task. Working as a certified nursing assistant is what my mom does best. My parents separated when I was at the age of three. When my father felt he had too much on his plate, he thought it would be alright if he left; because, honestly he wanted nothing to do with us. When my mom was ready to be married, she did not have an arranged marriage like her sister. My mom has felt miserable her whole life. doing everything; and I mean everything with her mom. There was not one decision she got the opportunity to make for herself. She figured that this was the right thing to do. That she did. She ended up getting married at a small

I open my eyes for the very first time. I’m in a strange white room. I’m looking up at Mom. Even though I’ve never known the word, or any word, I know it now. Who else could that lady be but Mom?

Mom had a large lump, the size of a grapefruit, on the rear of her neck. She saw four doctors who all refused to operate. They feared she would be left paralyzed from spine damage. The fifth doctor, Dr. J.D. Fuller, agreed to remove the mass. The lump had grown larger. Mom had pains in her neck and arms like lightning bolts. Dr. Fuller stated his only way to remove the mass was by “blunted excision.” He made a long incision, reached into her neck, grabbed the mass, twisted, and pulled it out of her. The surgeon ripped muscle from her left breast to her spine and left trapezoid muscle. Mom was left with damaged nerves and muscles, but she was not paralyzed.

My mom, Alicel, was ten when she first moved to the United States. She is the youngest of nine siblings, most of which already lived in America. Alicel always visited her older siblings a couple times a year with a visa, which gave her six months to stay in the u.s legally. By the time she was 15 she was fluent in English and already familiar with American customs. She had been visiting America for 11 years before moving there permanently at the age of 21.

My mom met my father (different from my dad) in high school. I hear it was an instant connection. My father was known for his ways with women, and how he always managed to charm them again and again. He charmed her well enough for me to be the result. He didn’t believe my mother when she told him she was pregnant with his child and accused her of cheating. He was one to talk, for in the same time frame, another woman was pregnant with his child. He left her to fend for me on her own when she was seventeen years old, soon to be eighteen. It ruined her ability to go to college and to pursue a better career. She took a job at Wal-Mart to pay for the things in life I would need.

I would never abandon Danielle, she has been with me since pretty much the day I moved here. The way we started was I asked my cousin Lavell who people were on instagram and i followed a bunch of people which one of them happened to be Danielle. That night I checked my phone and noticed that she had liked a large number of my pictures, so i asked Lavell who she was and he told me a little bit about her. The next day, July 4th, Lavell and i was going to go to a get together with his friends and they all had dates while i the new kid had no one to go with. I took a leap of faith and asked her what she was doing and if she would be interested in coming with me even though we didnt know each other. I told her that i lived with Lavell and that if she wanted

“HOME RUN, Michael Molaski! That’s his 13th home run this year!” Yells the announcer, “He’s now the record holder most home runs in a single season!” The other announcer adds on. Michael pounds his chest and sneers at his opponents as he rounds the bases. His smile full of hatred and power. The pupils in his eyes black, bland, but bold, just like his fathers. But deeper in his eyes were a red stew of anger. Michaels fist flies into the air,as his teammates surround him in the pride Michael lives for. His bracelet jangling as he walks “So now can I go to the party?” Michael asks happily, “No. I think you know why.” Yells Bobby. Michaels face turns red as he felt rejected for the last time, “Get out of my way, idiot!” Michael yells.

It been a week since Callie has had her first nightmare and Brandon has told his moms about Callie's old foster dad. Stef and Lena hearts broke thinking about what Callie has been through in her such short life. They just wanted to hold her and hope all the pain would go away, but they both knew that wasn't possible. So they talked to her, but she wouldn't say much and the nightmares have been daily since. the moms were at lost what to do.

My mother met my father in high school, and fell in love. They got married straight out of high school, everyone was telling my mother that it was a bad idea to marry him but she was just in love with him. They had a good marriage for the first few months, then he started drinking and doing drugs and it all went down from there. They were married for around 4 years, my mom said they were the worst years of her life. During this terrible time, my mom was physically and mentally abused by the man who she thought loved her.

I realized that she never had any love for me, but I knew she let that do this to me. I had to be home trained sense she did not want anyone to know, she even made it where I could not talk to my own dad, friend, or our family. I gave birth at home because she did not want to go to jail. I felt so down and out until one day my mom’s boyfriend died and she came out and told everyone what he had did to me. From that day forward I have never seen her again. She does not write or call I guess because she knew that she was for what she did to

When I was young my mother and my father both had very different opinions on how you should raise a child. And since my father was the one paying the bills and bringing home the paychecks for a few years, I didn’t really get to see him much because he worked all day. So my mother was the one who raised me for the most part. At the time she would spoil me like crazy. If I asked for something the answer would always be yes, and if I didn’t get my way I would start having a fit until she finally caved in. You could’ve called me a crybaby, go ahead I would’ve said the same thing. Because I was. My father’s best friend who had two twins both the same age as me invited me, my father and my mother over to there place for an easter egg hunt easter morning. During the easter egg hunt, me and my friend both turned a corner at the same time. He saw an egg and as he was going to grab it, I saw it and tried to get it also. He got there before me and I started to have a fit right there and then. I could remember my mother rushing up to see what’s wrong. After I told her what had happened she got me to stop crying and gave me extra candy. My dad knew that by her raising me like this I wouldn’t be able to get anywhere in life without someone being there whenever something went wrong, so he told her to take the candy back and to tell me to get over it and that not everything in life will be fair. She took that the wrong way and got mad at my dad for “not being a good parent” because didn’t

A mother is someone who can take the place of all others but no one can take the place of her. There are many different definitions you could use to describe your mother. My mother, Pam Krull, fits every one of those. Today I decided to pick the three that I thought was most important to me. I admire and aspire to be like my mother because of how supportive, how selfless, and how loving she is.