English 205 Essay

I plan to create a small comic to demonstrate this story. I was inspired by a true story but from the perspective of a young girl who grows up and thinks back on her life. Her father overdosed and its a story about how if affected her emotionally. 

Think of Your Happy Place

Where do I begin? 

I’m stranded on a deserted island, not figuratively but emotionally, spiritually. It’s just me on this small island of sand surrounded by the vast blue ocean. The only thing on this island that keeps me company is a lonely dried up palm tree with sparse green and dried sagging leaves. 

I let out a sigh as I hear the loud and obnoxious screeching of the subway coming out a stop. The doors slide open letting out a wave of people crashing onto the platform of the subway station. 

In a sea of people, I stand alone. 

The mixture of nauseating smells, swea and cigarettes don't bother me any more. My nose hairs burned and jaded. 

I squeeze past a young couple and reach my hand up to grip the rail as the subway doors slide closed and the cart begins to move. Sitting beside me there is a young mother, long jet black hair, caramel skin and a smile that goes ear to ear. 

She holds her baby close and he shrieks with joy as his mother pulls and pushes him away playfully noses softly touching. With excitement his hands grab her locks of hair and she laughs speaking to him in another language I couldnt’ understand, maybe she’s telling him no? 

My mother. 

I remember her soft olive skin and long black hair. I always admired her long black hair. 

One time I accidentally put my gum on the hair brush and it got stuck in her hair. 

“Juliette! Come here!” She yelled in her country accent. 

I giggled as i ran to the front yard where my brother was laying. 

Click clack click clack

My boots made a loud noise as the hit the wooden floor. That was the day the black car rolled up to our property and he men in nice pressed shirts talked to my mother. 

The screeching of the subway on the tracks sound like nails on a chalk board sending chills down my spine. 

The subway doors open and i squeeze past the couple. I step onto the platform and glance back at the mother with her baby. The doors closed and she faded away. 

After my father passed, my mother took my brother and I to a therapist. 

Find your happy place she would tell me it could be anywhere anything. A nice island with lots of palm trees and with lots of sun. Whenever I felt down just think of your happy place. 

As the years past, I began to loose my mother, she was distant and lonely. My brother moved out and I was alone. My happy place began to deteriorate. Hurricanes after hurricanes would take all the beauty away.