Changes

Royer Adames

L. Garey

Eng. 101

Descripted Essay

February 10 2013

Bumps in the Journey

Two years have passed since I begged desperately to my dad to buy me a guitar. I remember him looking me in the eyes with a serious face saying that he would buy it when he got enough money but the day never came. Sadly every time I asked him he would come up with an excuse, I got to pay bills he would say, I got to pay deb he would claim or ask me next, next, week because I am busy today. My constant pleading had caused me discomfort too ask him about this subject, a feeling of neglect had overcome me. I saw checks coming in and out of the house in the biggest amount I had ever saw. My father had the bills of the poor but the checks of the rich..

My maternal mother notices my distress and came to me with her cure my neglect. Her uplifting words lifted my spirit and her vow to take matters on her own hands broad me hope. The discomfort that had been brought out from the neglects that my father gave to my begging’s’ has change by the promise that my dear mother made to me. But the same pattern that happen with my father started to happen with my mother and my hopes started to die out. I didn’t even bother to ask when she was going to come true with the promise.

Already five months have passed since the promise was made and by this time I had lost all hope, I told it was never going to be. While suddenly a get a big surprise. The hero of the story had called me out to the kitchen where she had a big present, it was not cake but it was delicious to my eyes. There she unveils the long and anticipated guitar that I wanted badly.  Then when I realize that this was not a dream I suddenly became emotional has a chilled in Christmas. I jump up and down and rush to my mother to give her the thanks that she deserves. On the way to her I felt because my shoes where untie and while I was going face to the ground I saw everything in slow motion.  I broke my nose and my mother got a good laugh out of it but that didn’t stop me from collecting my prize and giving her a kiss of appreciation.

Then I grab the guitar, got into a playing position and started to play it. It sounded like a dying cat. The sound had the Goosebumps affect and its’ terrible sound made my hears cried like crying children. So I quickly stop playing and shortly after I stare at my mother with the most uncomfortable look that I had given to anybody. After ten awkward seconds she started to explain to me what happen; took like twenty minutes to explain.

In short her story was that she bought it in a yard sale for twenty bucks and that it took so long to get it because she couldn’t find one. I got angry and unreasonable. Then I gab the broken guitar and I slam it into the floor. Parts of the guitar spread to the room. I felt good and I quickly became relax and I said that it was it was twenty dollars well spend. My mother replays that it’s the last time she buys my guitar and I replay don’t worry next time I am doing the dirty work.