No more going out on Friday nights with my friends, no more doing whatever I want. ... The warm salty tears run down my cheek as I dream of the life of a teenager I have never experienced. ... Going to college is one of my big dreams, and I know my dad and brother will do anything to make that dream come true. ...
Sarah and her family were very close, and living so far out in the country kept them all at home most nights. ... She just listened to the sounds of chirping crickets and dreamed of another day on the farm. ... She truly lover her job and her success was more that she could have ever dreamed of. ... Her dream had become a reality. ...
I sat there in the midst of my father's shadow, I watched him as he spoke to an unknown man about the papers he held out. Black slacks, a white collared shirt with a black tie, he seemed professional. The pen scribbled along the bottoms of the paper. "I'm sorry, the man mumbled, lowering his eyes to...
I would soon realize that this dream would become a nightmare. ... I can remember many of nights waking up to my dad stumbling up the steps. ... As far as my stepmom's warning that I will never make anything out of myself, this just pushes me on to follow my dreams. ...
Whenever , she used to tell me these stories my nights were always depressing and I used to always ask myself; do I gonna end up like my mom. ... After a month our result was published and as usual I got more than my brother but this was my last result; my family don't want me to study any more as studying fashion studies was the one and only dream I thought to become but you know societal expectation can ruin lives of many people like it did of mine I used to be a happy person being happy and studying was my identity" my personal identity" which is now replaced by public ide...
To me, my life doesnt seem that bad until those nights where you just cant fall asleep and you sit up thinking and breaking down what has made you who you are and how you got there......... ... I can still remember the nights that i would wake up cryin for my mother. ... It became a cycle where things started to become less consistant. some nights my dad would cut down stories, take away playing board games. ... She told me i could see him any time i wanted becuse he would always be in my dreams and in my heart. ...
Part 1 When I was a young girl, I lived in Warsaw Poland with my mother father and baby sister Basia. My life was happy and carefree, until the day the planes began dropping bombs from the sky and the men with the shiny black boots came marching into our city. We were scared and unsure of what woul...
Perhaps it was because she had less resources to draw from than Joy, or because she had to give up on her own dream of going to school which made her feel powerless. ... "She was still young enough to enjoy partying, dancing and being noticed by men "and noticing them back "much to the chagrin of her family and friends who ended up watching the boys so many nights " (19). ...
