Doing Me for Me
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By: Denise S. Flores
ENG 121
Instructor Jessica Gunderson
October 27, 2014
By: Denise S. Flores
ENG 121
Instructor Jessica Gunderson
October 27, 2014
Doing Me for Me
Doing Me for Me
DOING ME FOR ME
By: Denise S. Flores
After six years, Jay, my children’s father, and I decided to call it quits and separated. We planned on being better parents separately for our children, because trying to do it together simply was not working. I have always been a strong and independent woman, one who can handle almost anything that is put in front of me. So, adjusting to being a single mother was coming along well for me. Then one tragedy after another started beating me and the hurt can be seen inside my children. I never thought I would experience a cycle of tragedies like I was. I no longer felt like the strong and independent mother I was, instead my backbone became fragile and weakness became a part of me. This would be the beginning to a life I never wanted or asked for, a life that would change the mother I was. I never realized that through all these experiences I would become the woman and mother I am today.
On Labor Day of 2008, Jay, the father of my children, passed away. I can remember this dreadful day clearly, as if it just happened yesterday. I heard the sound of rain falling, thunder rumbling, and watching the light show throughout the sky. The phone rang at about 5:15 a.m., my mom brought the phone to me, and the voice on the other end was of my step-daughter, Melissa. I can tell she was upset, crying, and was not quite sure how to tell me what she was about to tell me. I recall just hearing her say two words, “Dad…hospital.” As I was telling her I would be there as soon as I could, she stopped me and says, “No Ma, Dad is GONE!” I could not believe what I just heard and wanted to make sure I heard Melissa right. As she repeated herself, I could feel my heart beating faster. I was speechless. Tears rolling down my face,...
ENG 121
Instructor Jessica Gunderson
October 27, 2014
By: Denise S. Flores
ENG 121
Instructor Jessica Gunderson
October 27, 2014
Doing Me for Me
Doing Me for Me
DOING ME FOR ME
By: Denise S. Flores
After six years, Jay, my children’s father, and I decided to call it quits and separated. We planned on being better parents separately for our children, because trying to do it together simply was not working. I have always been a strong and independent woman, one who can handle almost anything that is put in front of me. So, adjusting to being a single mother was coming along well for me. Then one tragedy after another started beating me and the hurt can be seen inside my children. I never thought I would experience a cycle of tragedies like I was. I no longer felt like the strong and independent mother I was, instead my backbone became fragile and weakness became a part of me. This would be the beginning to a life I never wanted or asked for, a life that would change the mother I was. I never realized that through all these experiences I would become the woman and mother I am today.
On Labor Day of 2008, Jay, the father of my children, passed away. I can remember this dreadful day clearly, as if it just happened yesterday. I heard the sound of rain falling, thunder rumbling, and watching the light show throughout the sky. The phone rang at about 5:15 a.m., my mom brought the phone to me, and the voice on the other end was of my step-daughter, Melissa. I can tell she was upset, crying, and was not quite sure how to tell me what she was about to tell me. I recall just hearing her say two words, “Dad…hospital.” As I was telling her I would be there as soon as I could, she stopped me and says, “No Ma, Dad is GONE!” I could not believe what I just heard and wanted to make sure I heard Melissa right. As she repeated herself, I could feel my heart beating faster. I was speechless. Tears rolling down my face,...