Erica's Essay

Part 2

You asked to write about what are parents taught us. Some kids who aren't as lucky as I am might have trouble with this paper. I, however, think this is possibly the easiest paper I'll ever write. I know my parents love me and my twin brother Jack more than anything in this entire world. They make sure we're healthy, they care about our grades, and always try to be brave for us when we need them to. That's the way it's always been and I'm pretty sure it's the way it'll always be. Based on my essay so far you can tell they love us every much, multiply how much they love us by  10000000000000000 and that's how much they love eachother. When Jack and I were about 5 they had a really big fight. Jack and I snuck out to the stairs to listen. "WELL WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" my dad had shouted?
"A DIVORCE, and shhh you'll wake the twins?" My heart literally sunk when I heard the word come out of my moms mouth. Divorce, it was a word my friends little sisters cousins had to worry about, not me! Without grabbing anything my dad threw himself out the back screen door. I couldn't wrap my head around my parents not being and for about two months our whole life crumbled to nothing. Dad finally realized Mom was making hints for him to come back with no divorce and he did just like that. As soon as he enter the door with his bags their lips collapsed and since then I've heard a million "I love you's" every day. Aunt Pheebs once told me they were lobsters, I never really understood why, but my Uncle Joey told me to never question the Pheebster so I just let go. But one thing Aunts Pheebs told me l I'll never let go. You see my mom and dad never shared stories with us, so I always went to my two favorite aunts to get the juice. One time they where telling me the story of how my parents felt when they realized they had to adopt kids when Pheebs leaned down so we were eye to eye and told me carefully to never once doubt how much I was loved and to be grateful for everything I can do, because others may not be able to do them. The she stood up and finished braiding my long black silky hair. The same hair as my mom according to my dad, that's why he loves it he once told me. But on my first sixth grade school dance Bobby Fisher told me it was ugly, I ran home crying. The school was about 10 minutes away so when I got home I was so tired that before anyone realized I was there I feel asleep on the couch. They must've saw my tear stained cheeks cuz they kept asking what happened at the dance, I never once told anyone. Except my mom. She's the only one I tell a lot of stuff to, when I was young she would tell me that I could be honest with her and I always have been. That's probably the biggest reason why she can tell when I'm lying. One time, however, Jack and I were up late and got really hungry. It was 11:30pm and we were supposed to be asleep, so we had to be quiet, we were on our way back to our rooms and when we passed mom and dads room we heard giggling. I had told jack to stop, I wanted to see what was so funny. We sat there for about 20 minutes and come to find out thy were both so happy cuz my mom was pregnant, her and dad naturally created a baby. Jack and I were 7, we didn't know how to react we just went to our bed not thinking anything of it. Before our parents told had gotten to tell us the great news she lost it, 9 weeks in and suddenly all of the giggles turned to sobs. For months she pretty much cried all day, she lost her job a week after and didn't change out of her pjs for at least 3 weeks. We used to make cookies every Sunday evening, she'd throw my hair up and wipe the raw batter off my nose. The time she lost the baby was when that tradition ended. My dad would stroke her hair and kiss her cheek but she would still cry. The words I love you would be whispered into her ears and she would struggle to choke I love you more between sobs. My dad called in sick some days so he could spend more time with my mom. They went on walks, lounged around in the hot tub near the pool and soon the crying stop. My mom got a better job at a restaurant closer to my elementary school. My parents started smiling again and my Aunts and Uncles didn't just have to hang out with them at our house. Nobody knew that Jack and I knew they'd lost a baby. And every time I was mad at the world for taking away my parents miracle baby I would sneak out to my tree fort that was hidden by house and cry. Since my mom was so upset she couldn't tell that I was lying when I said I was going over to Emma's and at the time she was pretty antisocial so Aunt Rachel was never asked about me coming over. No one ever found out that I knew, no one ever found out about the fort. Other than that my parents know everything about me. My mom could even tell you the exact way she did my hair for the first day of third grade. I don't have that great of a memory, I just randomly remember things that happened like a million years ago. Like the time I was 11 and found my parents dancing to "The Way You Look Tonight" in their pjs just before the break of dawn. My mom was upset, so my dad wanted to chear her up, her smile can change the world he once said, so he placed to CD in the music player and asked her to dance. At first she rolled her eyes and complained about the fact she wasn't even wearing a bra. My dad just mockingly rolled his eyes and told her that never stop them before. As she took his hand her frown was once a smile again, and my dads smile grew larger. They dance around the kitchen for 10 minutes just gazing into each other's eyes lost in the moment, I really wasn't even discussed like most kids would be. I was actually kinda jealous. I coughed and they both noticed me, my dad made his way up the stairs and threw me over his shoulders. Why are you out of bed miss Erica? He tucked me back in and told me I had to be up for school soon. Once he left prayed I could have that with my husband someday. I had said that once to Jack but he didn't care, all he did was throw a football around with Mason and Daniel. It was only about 4 months ago, at our 4th of July cookout. Dad and Uncle Ross were burning hotdogs and my Mom was yelling at them for not doing it right. Mike and Joey were ticking Vanessa and Emma. I was inside with Aunt Pheebs and Aunt Rachel gather drinks for everyone when we heard gasps from outside, we rushed to the window to find a small fire near the grill. Without thinking for a sec Aunt Pheebs call 911 they got to our house right before the fame actually caught the house on fire. Nothing was damaged, so you would think we would consider our selfs lucky. Right after that happened Vanessa announced her fear of house fires. She went through a not sleeping phase, all she we do was cry and want to spend 24/7 by her parents. She didn't want to go to school. Mike blamed my Dad for this since he caused the fire and I can't tell you how times he apologized before he blew up. One time Mike went to far in an argument and my dad lost it. They'd both said things they didn't mean brought there wives into it. For a week Mike, Phoebe, and my parents didn't talk or hang out. My parents really took a hard hit. No one in their "gang", as they all it, had ever had a major fight like that and it was awkward. If they didn't have each other they'd probably still be depressed. They all realize how much they needed each other and agreed it was stupid. They all said sorry and no one even thinks about it now. We're so close that it doesn't matter. Anyway to sum up, something I've learned from my parents is, you can take on anything life throws at you when you have someone there that loves you to help you along the way.
                              -Erica Bing

The finale part should be up soon! This chapter is literally nothing but sap bahaha