Memories

  I don’t really remember this and how it really happened. But from everything my parents have told me about and the pictures they have showed me, I do have an idea and an image in my mind.

  So anyways when I was about 2 years old my parents, brother, uncle, aunt, and I went t the Statue of Liberty. From what I was told it was really fun. Then after a little while my dad, uncle, and I went to go look around or buy something.

  At that time my father was holding my hand. Then when they returned to where the rest of my family was at, my mom asked my dad where I was. He told her that I wasn’t with him. My mom got really scared and started yelling, “what do you men she isn’t with you? I saw you holding her hand when you went away”. My dad told my that he didn’t take me with him, and then my uncle told him that he did see him holding my hand.

  Then they just started looking around for me. They went back to where they went before and they found me exactly where they left me. I was just standing there with my finger in my mouth and just looking around. Then they were all happy, my mom ran up to me and hugged and she was really happy. Before she got really scared she thought that it was about the second time she was about to lose me.

  This is another memory that my parents have told me. When my mom had me she was 16 years old. She gave birth to me at Coney Island Hospital and they said that she couldn’t take me home with her because she was too young. My mom got really scared and she was yelling and telling my dad to talk to them. My dad told her that’s okay that she shouldn’t worry about anything and it didn’t matter, that’s okay, they’ll just have other babies. Of course, he was just joking but my mom wasn’t joking at all, and she was really scared.

  Anyway then my dad got my grandparents and they told the hospital they live together and they’ll be there for any kind of help. So then everything was good and they let my parents take me home.

  This was the first time my mom was really scared and thought she was going to lose me even though she said that no matter what happened she wouldn’t have let me go. But through the whole time my father was trying to clam her down. My father takes things easy and he has patience for them because he knows what’s really going on and what he needs to do. My mom is a little different. She gets really worried and scared about anything that might happen.

  As you can see from these memories my parents have told me about, they both love me and care so much about me. Even though my mom gets really worried and scared more then my dad, but the nice thing is that they both balance each other and calm each other down and most importantly is that they both love me and care about me in there own different ways. I really love both of them very much and thank them for all the times they have been there for me, and letting me know what’s good from bad, what’s right from wrong and most importantly love and care they got for me.