F A T E No such thing - Introduction Life has not been easy...

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Unformatted text preview: Introduction Life has not been easy for me. I sometimes wonder if it ever will be. Once in a while, I go for a walk in the better part of the city. Tons of billboards and ads of famous people: celebrities and business men and even Siromasan’s mom for having quintuplets. To them, money is no obstacle. But for me it is, and it probably will be forever. It may sound like a surreal universe or a made up story. But this is my story. I walked back to my place; chez moi as the French would say. I must admit, I’d much rather breathe in the warm and dusty smell of my little neighborhood than the smoky and polluted air of the city. 1 It was a difficult birth. Everything about it was difficult, even the time and place. We couldn’t afford a proper birthing place so the birth was agonizing, and complicated. The umbilical cord had wrapped itself around my neck. Only a miracle saved both my mother and I. While everyone was screaming, welcoming the New Year, my mother was screaming from the excruciating pain of trying to welcome me into this world. My father was laboring that night, so he couldn’t be there, holding my mother’s hand for support. Now that I think of it, he hasn’t been there for most of my life, at least any of the moments that had any significance for me. Always working, breaking his back, for the sake of the family. Ever since that day, my mom’s health has been vulnerable to disease. What is worse is that it is very hard not to attract a disease living in my neighborhood. That has caused us to live not only in poverty but also fear; especially when mother listens to the radio. That particular station that notifies us of the many dangers of living in a disease filled community like ours. Each house is an exact replica of the one next to it; same color, same structure. It’s all so dull and dreary. Walking down the dirt-filled streets, trying to find our blue house. And, boy, you never want to enter the wrong house. I remember little Johnny; that brain of his wasn’t as developed as most kids his age. He was so distracted, poor little guy. He was playing outside one day in the hot, sweltering sun. Too much sun must have affected his brain, because he entered our neighbor’s house. I he entered our neighbor’s house....
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This note was uploaded on 03/21/2011 for the course ENGLISH 103 taught by Professor Gonzalez during the Spring '11 term at New England College.

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F A T E No such thing - Introduction Life has not been easy...

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