2/2/2017 6 Comments my HiraethThroughout the years in my life I have moved around I would say at least 3 times. Different schools, different homes, different friends etc. It got to the point where I moved so much I didn't remember a thing. I didn't remember what the house looked like, I couldn't remember any of my teachers names any of that. My mom was in a very bad relationship so the man she was with didn't help towards any situations that came towards our way. But, this one particular day my mom was pushed to the edge and she just snapped. I heard arguing, fighting, cussing through the whole night. I couldn't figure out why they were so angry, but I knew I had to check on my mom and that's what me and my sister did. I'm glad I did because when I came to see the two of them my mom was a wreck and his head was bleeding being though she had hit him over the head with a wooden piece. At that moment I saw what a toxic relationship was but I was scared for my life because I thought he was actually crazy. Luckily enough he wasn't crazy enough to touch my mother and that was a smart move. But, that night we just left. Packed everything we owned except for furniture and my mom took me and my sister to what was our new house which had no furniture in it. Now, don't get me wrong my mom always did her best to do what was best for her kids but I just didn't understand this move. Why didn't she kick him out? That was our house. I just never questioned it. I was so little to understand most things. For some odd reason the house we were in the night we moved from our other home is like a blur to me. I remember absolutely nothing about this house, it's like I was never there. For years I've asked my mom about the home, why she moved so quickly just details period and she would always brush me off. I started to think she was hiding something?
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Katana
2/3/2017 08:15:25 am
I can tell that this is going to be a very deep story. It's good to talk about things like this, to help yourself get a better understanding of what happened. I would say this is a great example of a hiraeth. I look forward to reading the rest!
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Sophia Mele
2/5/2017 12:09:18 pm
I can agree why you had so many questions about all of this, because I would do the same thing. I am really looking forward to the rest of this story and how your writing will take you to may avenues that you possibly didn't see in the past. This is a very sensitive and deep topic and I look forward to how you make this story come alive.
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Janet
2/6/2017 10:01:17 am
Thank you for shared your story. It is good to talk about difficult things like this.
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Sabatino
2/7/2017 04:54:34 pm
I'd like to thank you for sharing this story and to think Sophia, Katana, and Janet for providing such a thoughtful feedback. I agree with your sentiments as well as their anticipation for where the story might go. If you choose to make this the topic for your hiraeth narrative, I wonder how you could use descriptive writing to create a scene or two to illustrate a longing for a home to which you cannot return?
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Tonniyah Miller
2/9/2017 08:47:11 pm
Here I am sitting at the table age 10 with my family eating dinner. My mother, father, sister and little brother all enjoying the meal my mom has slaved over and made for all of us to enjoy. My dad sitting very angrily at the table all because of his day at work. Taking his anger out on everyone was his forte, my mom didn't really appreciate it but she dealt with it. I could never understand why even though I was so young I knew a lot of things that went on between the two of them. "Bring my food but before you bring it heat it up I'm not in the mood today" I looked at him as though he was crazy because who was he talking to like that? But, my mom being my mom checked him right there and let him know his behavior wasn't acceptable. "Bang,Bang" plates flew everywhere as the two began to argue ? "I hate you", "I hate you too, you can get the hell out of my house". "Y'all can't live without me I do everything for this family, I buy everything"! At that point I learned what a toxic relationship was like and I swore to myself I would never have that for myself. I hated my dad, he put my mom through so much and all she did was love him. But I thought to myself why go through that pain? From him cheating and getting another woman pregnant to treating my mom like she meant nothing to him. "Forget you and this family I don't need none of this". He left the house and I haven't seen him again until the next week. Day by day my mom doing her daily routine. Cooking,cleaning, taking care of us all making sure we had the best life possible. My dad? Absent doing whatever he wanted. My family meant everything to me we needed to work! They needed to work! “I'm home” my dad came through the door yelling we all came down to greet him as we were happy to see him. My mom upset. “Where have you been, “I've been calling you, texting you, were you with that bitch? Tell me! Tell me right now, were you with her”? A couple seconds went by still no answer at that moment my mother realized that the man she once loved was the man that was also breaking her heart and putting her through hell. “For the sake of the family I put up with a lot of shit from you and I AM DONE. Take what you have out of this house and never come back AGAIN”. Standing there shocked I couldn't believe it my mom finally really putting her foot down and I couldn't be anymore proud of her. It wasn't that I didn't want our family to work I just wanted my father to treat my mother right to keep the family all together. Me and my siblings begging and pleading for them not to just stay together but that was a done deal. My father packing his stuff very upset because even though he treated my mom a certain way he still loved her. Love wasn't enough. The next few weeks were empty. Burnt up pictures, burnt up clothes my mom lost it! We've had many talks since he's been gone but my siblings were devastated and so was I. We always asked a bunch of questions as we didn't know my moms next move. Was it divorce? Was she going to stay with home? We weren't sure because my mom really never shared that much with us, we would always get the run around. “Everything will be fine”. I couldn't stand hearing that because everything wasn't fine. Months and months go by still no dad. Haven't seen him, talked to him he just abandoned his family. While walking in my home from school my mom seemed to have a friend over, preferably speaking a guy friend. “Who is he, why is he here”. My mom knew we had no filter so I would say whatever out of my mouth. “This is Rodney, we've been seeing each other for sometime.” My heart sank, I couldn't believe it. Why? Why now? Didn't she still want dad? I'm pretty sure they could have found a way to work it out. There was a lot of small talk going on until my older sister walked through the door. Looking shocked she greeted everyone with confusion on her face. My mom introducing her friend she continued on with her nice personality. Eating a nice home cooked meal we looked towards the door because there was a noise and there he stood. My father, disgusted and angry.
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Sophia
2/16/2017 10:43:50 am
I think your insanely brave for telling this story because I can see how much this impacted your life, your on the right track and I can't wait to read more about this story and the home that never was or that you can never return too.
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