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A New Journey.

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Introduction

A New Journey By Cornelia Nicole De Alwis A journey begins with a step, a voice, a vision or a loved one. My journey first began with a cry, unknowing what the future beholds, but in the end, I found myself at a destination which I did not visualise. A destination that was not meant to be. An end that became a new beginning. "Please don't do this to me, Ma." I said with a shaky voice. Already annoyed, my mother said, "I just can't afford it, okay?" "But what about my future? If I don't go to college, I won't even have one." "You know something? You are selfish. All you care about is yourself. Have you ever thought about my position? I don't have a job. I don't have a stable income. And you know what your father is doing about this? Nothing. Don't talk to me about this now." She said as she walked away. I followed her to the kitchen, unwilling to give in. "I'm selfish? You're the one who is selfish! ...read more.

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He disgusts me. I was hurt that he left me but I was more hurt that he had hurt my mother. For a woman who was immune to pain, who had gone through so many hardships in her life - she cried. For years she had been waiting for her 40th birthday, hoping for a change for the better, but instead, she was left with a dark memory. And as for me, I lost a father and that was that. It didn't matter much to me at that time because on that day itself, I gained love, from a boy who became my saviour. It is ironic how I could be so happy and devastated at the same time. But as much as I hate to admit it, there are times when I wish that my father did not leave. I missed sleeping on his stomach, hearing those mysterious noises in there. I missed running to him every time I had a fight with my mother. I suppose there were times that he did love me but his love was like chocolate -- a mere momentary pleasure that keeps you wanting more. ...read more.

Conclusion

With every loss, there is a gain. Thus, with all fairness, I have not lost. In fact, I have gained something more worthwhile. I've gained passion in the things I do, endurance, and independence - things that would prepare me for the dog eat dog world that awaits me. "I'm sorry, Ma, for shouting at you the other day." I said as I approached my mother. She took my hand and said, "Connie, you know I love you very much and that I'll never give up on you. But right now, please just be patient with me. I'm trying my best to make things work." She took a moment and then continued, "Gary is helping me find a job and he's temporarily supporting me financially. Unlike your father, he understands. And I hope you will too." As I smiled and hugged her, a tear rolled down my cheek and I felt a relief and I knew from then on that everything is going to be all right. I am going to be just fine. After I pulled away from her, I asked her with a hopeful grin on my face, "Ma, since you have a boyfriend, can I have one too?" "Don't push it." ( 945 words ) ...read more.

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