Today Is Another Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story about a girl named Theresa.

Submitted: June 10, 2010

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Submitted: June 10, 2010



I remember back when life was normal, when everything was simpler, and there were no struggles. Back when my sister was born everything changed. My older sister was twenty three, and I was eleven so it was naturally going to be tough to have another child after eleven years of not having to experience. When my sister Laura was two, my mom turned to the bottle and that is the way it has been the last three years. So far at least we were still a family, even though the majority of time my mom was passed out or my dad was working late at his job.
I wished back everyday waiting for something to change. I soon lived day by day remembering the good old days. It was wonderful; it was truly a wonderful time for us back then. I remember back when I was seven years old and my sister Candace and I were at the beach with our family.
“Look at the waves Theresa,” she called. I was running down the beach until my feet touched the edge of the water. I looked into the crystal blue ocean, and I could see my reflection, a deep smile over came my face. I could see myself, and being alive to be able to do that was a good thing.
We were playing in the water, splashing and enjoying the weather. We build sand castle and then our family went back to the hotel for supper.
“I am grateful we can afford to do these special things even on our low budget,”
She was right we did do a lot of things back then, but when Laura was born we didn’t have those luxuries anymore. We all loved Laura. She was the perfect sister, she was a blessing, but it was still too much for our mother.
Laura was a pretty baby; she was born with thick brown hair, and pretty blue eyes. She looked like me when I was little but a little plumper. She was a happy baby who never really cried or crawled, just went straight to walking. By three she could read at a grade one level. She was still a wonderful child and even today she is exceeded in reading. I still remember the day she started school.
“You ready for school?” I asked her, as I was getting ready to take her.
“Yes,” she said. “I can’t wait.”
I walked her to school that morning, and she was ecstatic, because she had been waiting for this day for a long time. At the end of the day I went to pick her up to walk home.
“How was your day?” I asked her.
“Good,” she said. “I met new friends, and I like story time.”
“Did you play with any toys?” I asked
“Ya a little bit,”
“Excited for tomorrow?”
“Ya,” she replied.
It was her first real milestone and it felt good that she was excited for school. She didn’t have a care in the world and she was happy.
“Theresa!” my drunken mother called from the kitchen.
“Yes mom,” I cried.
“What is with the school calling today?” she snapped.
“Remember I had that appointment today,” I lied, I actually skipped school, because I really didn’t feel like going.
“Whatever,” she said. “I’m going to go get an other case of beer. Watch Laura.”
She left the house and we didn’t see her for the rest of the night. That night when Laura went to sleep, I sat and watched the news on television since our family couldn’t afford cable and we only have two channels. At five in the morning I seen my mother walk in the door . She was drunk and stumbled to bed not even noticing I was awake.
I went to bed at six in the morning, even with the entire hard ache in my life it was just me, the rest of the world is still going around and around.

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