That’s The Way It Is

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Once upon a time there lived a girl named Kim who didn’t exactly have the normal life everyone had. Everyday she would come home and be a slave to a family. At this time in Canada, if you were an orphan you would be secretly auctioned off as a slave for a family. This was against the law obviously but the buyers took the risks.

Kim never really had any freedoms in the house. The usual happened, come home from school, clean the house cook the food clean up and wash up and go to bed. Oh yes, did I mention no one knew she was a slave, everyone thought that she was part of the family but in reality she was a full-time slave.

The Tran family was a cruel family full of hatred towards her. They yell at her and believe that she has not worth anything. Out of nowhere things start to change. The family is starting to act differently against her…what is happening?

Finally it’s time to go home for the holidays, today was my last day of 9th grade. Now I don’t need to wake up and go to school, but I wake up to clean for the whole day. I guess I’m used to it. My life is complicated.

“Kim! Kim!” the person roared.

I quickly ran across the house to meet a very angered son.

“Kim what is this!” he questioned me.

I look up and met David’s eyes; he was holding a lot of anger in his eyes. I looked over and saw that his shirt was wrinkly, I might have forgotten to iron it.

“This is for going out tonight! Now I can’t wear it!” he said.

I just nodded and that set him way over the line, he slapped me across the face. I felt tears coming up, I have never cried in front of the family even when they hit me. But this time it went too far, I let the tear freely roll down my face. I looked up to see once again David’s eyes. His eyes were full of sympathy, but I hate him, he has no sympathy or compassion. I looked away and ran to my room, which was downstairs in a shed. I cried silently and fell down onto my bed and hugged my pillow. I felt the picture of my parents under the pillow…

I looked at it with more tears. I remember that day exactly.

“Mommy! Daddy I want to go on the swings! Push me! Push me! Yay!!! Higher, Higher!” I said cheerfully.

“Honey I think that is enough”

“Aw okay, slide! Slide!” I said.

“Okay calm down Kim!”

I felt completely happy, well I think I was always happy since I’m only three-years-old. Fun… fun… fun.

I suddenly heard a scream, was that mommy? I looked over and saw my mom on the floor with red stuff all over the place. I ran over and touched her, I felt my dad pull me away,

“Kim run! Right now!” he screamed.

“Daddy what’s happening?” I asked.

“Just get into the car now!” he said.

I ran as fast as I could, it was kind of hard with small legs. I heard another yelp. I looked around and saw my dad on the floor. Why aren’t they breathing? I started hyperventilating and crying. I saw those cars with the lights on coming over. I was picked up by a woman and then it went completely black

I remember everything so clearly, and I was only three-years-old. I remember seeing my mom’s blood. All over the place and than see my dad collapse onto the floor. And I remember feeling my life going into a world of darkness.

So you my ask why I wrote this… I felt it was important. When acting bitter towards someone, try to find out what they’re feelings are inside.

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