Point of View 2 - Essay Example

I live alone in a house after my father had been stationed out of the country. Alone, except of for my stepmother. Heidi had been married tomy father for three years. It had been over a year since I saw dad. It had been eight years since my mother died. She passed away giving birth to me. Up until I was five years old I had been living with my grandmother to have what Dad calls the semblance of a ‘normal life.’ I know Dad resents that I don’t have a mom, him being away most of the time. He had little to no time to actually take care of me.

On the few days he wasn’t busy, there had always been something else to do or to think about. It was just as any other day when Dad introduced Heidi, she looked so young next to my Nana. Shortly thereafter I heard Dad and Nana argue. He informed me that I would be living with Heidi from now on and Heidi would be my new mother. I got so excited and sad at the same time, not wanting to leave my dear old nana. “But nana who would take care of you?” I cried. “Don’t worry, I’ll be all right.

I’m sure you’ll come to visit me often.” And just like that I was off to a new life. Heidi is not at all like her nana. I knew that she resents having me around. I often asked when I was going to have a little sister or a little brother to play with and Heidi always answers with a swift look with searing eyes. Everyday I have to make sure I don’t get in her way especially when she has her friends around. My only solace is my room or the garden in the backyard where I play with my dolls and run along with butterflies and other insects.

I like animals too. My father once bought me a goldfish but it died. I wanted to give it a proper burial in the garden but when my stepmom found Goldie, she just flushed it in the toilet. I never got mad at her, I figured, she’s the closest I could have for a family now that Dad’s always away. School days are the best. It was a way for me to get out of the house. Agnes is my best friend. She lives in a small farm near our house and there’s always something to do there. One day I went to their house and saw chickens roaming around.

I saw this hen with a dozen chicks following it. Agnes saw me happily playing with them. “Hey, would you like to take one home? My mother wouldn’t mind.” Agnes says. “Really, that sounds great. Are they hard to take care of? What do I feed them?” I asked. “Not at all, you can feed them grains or corn or just about anything. Plus, they grow fast.” “Thanks, I’ll call her ‘Monique’” I giggled. “That’s a funny name for a chicken.” Agnes laughs too. I went home with the chick and Heidi looks scornfully at Monique.

I made a makeshift small pen at the backyard where I placed Monique. “What are you going to do with that tiny little thing” Heidi shouts at me. “I bet that won’t last a week just like your goldfish.” But Heidi was wrong. Monique grew up to be a rooster after all. Everyday it crows at the break of dawn and I wake up to it reminded of a brand new day. Heidi on the other hand hates that Monique disturbs her sleep. She is awakened by its sound to a nagging headache especially on days when she had been with her friends the night before.

She also detested the litter that Monique makes backyard although I clean after it all the time. “Take back that god awful rooster” Heidi commands at her. “But Monique hasn’t done anything wrong” I pleaded. “Keep it away from me or I swear it won’t be pretty” “Please let me keep Monique, I won’t forget to clean after her” Heidi storms out, just in time for me to go to school. When Angeline returned, everything seemed quiet. I went in and my stepmom called after me to the kitchen.

She had the most deceiving look as she lays a bowl of stew in the table. I looked into it and saw a wing and a drumstick protruding in the thick soup. I felt my stomach cringe and my heart fell. I stormed out to the backyard and I couldn’t find Monique. I went into the backdoor crying and saw feathers in the sink. “Would you like to eat dinner?” my stepmother asked with the most devilish smile.