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|Gift of Hope (standard:other, 3976 words)|
|Author: Megan Michelle||Added: Mar 04 2001||Views/Reads: 2258/1136||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Based on true events, written in a fictional way. Gives anyone the inspiration needed. Comments highly welcomed!|
Preface: Many children a year are affected by having a family member who is an alcoholic. Dealing with the problem is one of the many challenges such a child faces. At times it feels that no one will listen or understand how you feel. You feel as if the alcohol abuse is caused by you. Either something you said or did. The reality is that itís not your fault at all. As author of this story, I have experienced some incidents first hand in my childhood. This book reveals my personal feelings hidden behind the acholism of a parent. And the pain that such a problem can cause, and how it affects the ones closet to you. The dictionaryís definition of alcoholism is the chronic disease characterized by an uncontrollable urge to drink alcoholic beverages. And thatís exactly what alcoholism is. A psychological disease. The results are sometimes devastating and many families are torn apart by one personís problem with alcohol. This story is based upon real experiences and true incidents from my childhood. The events and feelings expressed are real. Although expanded upon. The characters are fictional but based upon real people. "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams" -Eleanor Roosevelt- Chapter One: A Twist to Christmas The snow came down steadily, the air was cold and crisp. Step and Jason were curled up by the fire. After kissing each of them on the forehead and tucking them in, I sat myself down on the sofa and slowly sipped my hot chocolate as I listened to the Christmas tunes play from the stereo. My mind drifted slowly off as I looked out the window, seeing Mr. And Mrs. Murttle decorating their house with lights. It reminded me of past Christmas, back when Brian was around. We were a family then. We would share each Christmas gathering around the Christmas tree early on Christmas morning. Jason and Steph got so excited after opening presents and noticing was little surprises Santa had for them. Itís been a rough five years, since Brian died. Although itís been years, it feels as if it was only yesterday that he passed away. When Christmas came the following year Steph did not want to celebrate and neither did I to tell you the truth. We celebrated anyway but in a more civil manner. Brian was not there to string lights on the side of the house, and Steph did not want to bake gingerbread cookies. It was something we did in preparation for Christmas when my husband was around. Heart attacks are so sudden you know? No one could of predicted it. Not even the best doctors in Sweet Apple Valley. They say that doctors know everything, but I donít by the mumbo jumbo. Now things are different. Jason is six years old and well, what used to be little Stephanie is now a teenager in her freshman year of high school. I closed my eyes and pictured Christmas this year. I would make it the best. Cookies galore, lights on the house, so that the neighbors could make their complements like they did whenever Brian strung them. I must of fallen asleep then. The next time my eyes opened it was a brand new day bright and sunny and two feet of snow fell that evening. "Mom, can I go outside? Itís so pretty out," said Steph as she woke me up. "Huh what? What did you say Steph?" I asked and I sluggishly got off the sofa. "I said could I go outside mom?" Steph repeated. I sighed. As I began to walk to the kitchen. "Sure steph go outside, bundle up itís cold out". Click here to read the rest of this story (382 more lines)
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