Writing Challenge (Day 2)- Earliest Memories Uncovered


For Day 2 of this writing challenge, I am to write about my earliest memories and since I don’t care to share that, I shall move further into my teen years.

I have never been popular in middle or high school, yet most folks will come to me for advice. For if you haven’t noticed, I’m more of an introvert. I will emulate a hermit crab when I feel the need to shut off the world or when I’m scared or angry. Most times I will lash out when I’m angry if I feel like I’m being mistreated or bullied. I’m also an Aries and I blame most of my personality on that dreaded zodiac sign.

I have spent the most better parts of my life shutting myself off from the world. Throw some ear buds in my ear and drown out the woes of the world with various genres of music. I’m empathic, intensely, and will make someone else problems my own.

One time in middle school, a girl found out she was pregnant and was afraid of her mother finding out. She had to be about thirteen then and I felt bad for her. My own life was in shambles and oftentimes I was afraid of “home”. Afraid to do anything or simply just be because I was in an environment that didn’t suited me. No matter what I do wasn’t good enough.

I held the weight of the world on my shoulders, especially when my siblings and I was taken away from our parents to go live with a relative who could had care less about us. Greed blind-sighted most, and my entire teen years hardened me for I would walked around with a huge chip on my shoulder. I could never understand how the authorities could take children out of a happy, loving home into something so sinister.

As time dwelled on, I left, more like ran away. I moved in with cousins who cared enough to take me in. I felt better about me, enjoyed being a teen even graduated from high school on time.

As I think back on my memories that I thought were exorcised, I went through downfalls after another, roller coaster rides that spiraled out of control to being thrown flat on my face. I don’t claimed to be perfect, obviously, but I tried to do my best in this crazy world. How can a person take advantage of another? Used and abused them? How you treat your children when they are coming up may impact their lives for the better or the worst.

It has been a bit difficult to do Day 2 of this challenge. Reaching back to the far recesses of your mind that held dark, ugly truths and memories, is too much to deal with. I left out a lot, cause some are a little too personal and I sometimes wonder if I can tell that story.

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Let’s Have Coffee My Dear



If we were having coffee right now I would ask you what’s your preference. Mines is everything I can get my hands on, I like to experiment. But, for now, I’m sipping on café mocha Mm. Coffee has never steer me wrong and now, I have all sort of news I would like to share with you. Oh boy, you are in for  a treat, oh! I just hope I don’t bored you.

Go on ahead and take that first sip, you’ll going to need it. Well, where to start, oh,  have I mentioned my little sister is getting marry. Yes, so happy for her. Even though she’s marrying before her big sis, but happy for her nonetheless. She’s finally with someone who actually with her for her, who loves and cherishes her. She just better not make me a bridesmaid though. LoL. Maid of honor, sis.

As we are sipping on this delicious brown liquid, can you believe this female I love has actually been jealous of me all these years? Me! What’s special about me though. As I admired her life, she is married to a wonderful man and have a beautiful family. She have a lot of good going for her. Yet, I can’t even get my boyfriend of 7 years to commit how I want him to. I know I can be an impatient woman, but come on, 7 years living together with a six year old! He’s about to be an ex boyfriend of 7 years, keep it up.

As I peers into this mug, I think back to when this female whom I sacrifice for, lied for, covered shit up for, and she actually jealous of me.

How’s that coffee? Good, I know. I have a whole pot of it just waiting. Everything I strive to do, she would tell me not to do that, because of this or that, and then she will go behind my back and get whatever it was I’d wanted. A job, a man, my hobbies- you name it. She is always in a competition with me. (I love helping and supporting others.) Like for instance with my love for writing since I was eight, she would tell me it wasn’t written right or whatever wrong, but will go and started writing something and want my help.

Till this day whenever I asked out of the blue how she is doing, her answer sounds more like, “I’m doing better than you.” Everything I do now, I avoid sharing with her. I missed what we had in the beginning-the trust, loyalty, the support.

Where have all this coffee gone? Seems like you needed it more than me. Yeah, I know, I’m a chatterbox today. Do you think we should had tea instead?