Family
Dark shadows camouflage the adolescent against the work desk in the bed room, the only source of light illuminating from a small desk lamp. Scratching sounds can be heard, then erasing sounds. Suddenly, the paper the teenager is erasing on rips – and is followed by a strong of curses. The derogatory comments are first aimed at the paper, then at the teacher who assigned the essay. Angry now, he lays down the pencil, placing his hands heavily on his furrowed forehead. Despair, dissatisfaction, and distress with his essay leave his hands cold and clammy. The cold eats away at his thoughts, leaving only a disembodied jumble of thoughts and plans. Another wave of despair hits him as he realizes the essay is due tomorrow, yet it is already 9 o’ clock. Feeling nauseous, he slips out of his room, squinting as the dazzling light brings tears into his eyes. The light seemingly embraces him with warm, tantalizing hands. Only now, does he realize the warmth is not from the light, rather the cackling hearth. Entranced by warmth and the waltzing flames and bright light, he finally notices the laughter and cries of joy around the living room sofa, and the soft piano music permeating every inch of the room.
He watches as his mother’s pale, slender hands move up and down, drifting from one key to the next, a spectacle of skill and concentration. Seeing him, his mother breaks into an ear-splitting smile, as she stands up and hugs him fiercely. Although the unfinished essay eats at him like a parasite, with the hug he feels better; as if a trail appeared in inhospitable woods. On the sofa, his father looks at him from his newspaper, and notices the slumped shoulders and distracted eyes. Desiring to help him, his dad places one firm hand on his shoulder and asks if he needs any help. The firm hand acts like a literal Midas touch of the mind – his once ravaged psyche was now slowly, but surely healing; the rust turning into gold. However, he declines the assistance and collapses on the sofa in a heap of limbs. Suddenly wondering where his brother went, he turns and sees his brother balancing a cup of water and a plate of cake. His eyes widen as he sees his brother trip and the glass of water catapult towards his mother. As water splashes all over her shirt, his dad breaks into a booming laugh at the sight of a once graceful mother looking dazed and disconcerted. The deflated child breaks into chuckles, and is unable to stop. His dark reverie is now completely broken, as even after the incident; his face was left with a smile – albeit with tears running down his face. Tears of mirth. His family notices his change of disposition and whole-heartedly attempts to find out the problem. Although unwilling to share his dilemma, an inexplicable feeling of relief comes. Strangely, with the relief comes a feeling of weightlessness. Only minutes later does he conceive the reprieve he is feeling is the medicine for the mind; the relief that he will always have someone to lean onto in times of need. With the respite, the granite demon of hopelessness is slowly breaking into fine dust by the mighty hammer of love.
The Essay on Justin Mother Room Doctor
... I awoke in a small room with my mother crying in the background. Bright lights blinded me and I could ... chin. I could not move, I just laid there feeling paralyzed and bleeding, barely conscious. A doctor hovered ... bruises the size of frisbees. Suprisingly, I had no broken bones. My stitches came out a week later, ... The bus pulled up and I took Justin's hand and proceeded to cross the street. I have ...
Returning to the gloomy, murky room, he realizes his despondency is completely gone. Annihilated, eradicated, and most of all, replaced with a feeling of pure joy. His ecstasy rebuilds forgotten plans and recovers scattered thoughts. With confidence and knowledge burning in his limbs, he fires up his pistons as he works on the essay again. His pen moves elegantly, the dance displayed in all its glory by the shadow behind him. No obstacle can stop him. He moves on and on, refusing to even stop lest he falls into the torturous trap once again. His attention stands undiverted until he finishes the final lines. Finally finishing it, he moves to put it away in his bag. Then he pauses and notices the title. Sighing, than frowning, he thinks and erases it. After contemplating for the perfect word, he replaces the title with one word: Family.
The Term Paper on Prime Move Aristotle Mover Causation
... the first cause of everything that changes or moves. The first evidence that Aristotle viewed was the ... and the third ball moves. Like A causes B to move causes C to move etc. After careful observation, ... a cyclical motion each causing the other to move and indirectly causes its own motion. The last ... if they each ball caused the other to move, and eventually caused its own movement indirectly, there ...
By Brian Yu