I hear my mom’s sad, lonely voice singing in a
corner of my head.
I want my mom.
The memories race back to me...my brothers, my
sister...laughing, crying, scared, and
I wonder why I am sad.
I have a big, balanced, bricked home and I get good
grades. I’m playing in all the sports.
I dream seeing my family getting along and happy. My
mom cooking the best food, my brothers playing ball
outside, my sister and I painting our nails, but that’s just
I look through my memories and see a picture of
my mom, I’m grateful I still have an image, but I can’t
say the same about remembering my siblings.
They were just babies; I wonder how they look
now...I’m worried if I will ever know.
I touch the running water of the misty shower; it
whispers to me...You’re not okay.
Water falls down my face and it’s not the shower water.
It's my tears.
My nightmares are alive.
How can I be okay?
I need them, I want them, I miss them.
After thinking over all the pros and con of my life,
I understand the struggle I need to fix.
I Bless that the lord will help my family and I.
I say to just have faith.
Faith that they will be okay without me.
I need to be okay without them.
Their living a better life,
I dream that one day everything will be okay,
I’ll be okay,
life goes on, I will see them again when God thinks I'm
I try to sleep, but I still have nightmares.
I’ll get over them,
I will be okay.
--Maria A., 7th-8th Grade