My Crazy Family By: JEnna THomas

On Christmas of 2013, my life took a turn for the worst. Christmas was always my favorite time of the year. We would always go to my Grandma’s house to eat Christmas dinner. We arrived around 2:20pm this Christmas. We usually get there around 6 because mom needs to get me from my dad's house. When we got to my Grandma's house everyone was filled with joy when they saw us because there are not a lot of kids on my mom's side of the family.

Christmas dinner had begun and by that time, everyone had showed up. First, Uncle Mike and Lea. Then, Poppy and Austin. This year we made a last minute decision to get chinese food instead of making our regular Christmas cuisine. We all sat down at the dinner table. Everything was going fine until Uncle Mike started to get angry at the smallest things. He said “I'm only here for the food and the presents, you all mean nothing to me”. My mom was really offended and she told him that he needed to get his act together and be more considerate and grateful. She said “You need to treat your family with more respect, we do everything for you”.

My grandma always loved Uncle Mike more so she started to defend him. My grandma and my mother began to yell using coarse language. My sister and I were scared, but we didn’t want to get in the middle, so we continued to eat our food. When dinner was over, the fighting had not stopped yet. At this point Uncle Mike had gone upstairs to calm himself down, but grandma and mom were still going off on each other.

I cried, “Please stop fighting!”, but they continued to go at it. I had no voice and no control over this situation. My mom finally said that it was time to go home. As we were walking out, Uncle Mike came barging downstairs screaming at my mother. He then pushed his girlfriend Lea over and came at my mother. I screamed as my sister tried to comfort me. I was terrified, my entire body was covered in goosebumps. My mom tried to run down the hall with us towards the exit, but Uncle Mike threw a chair at Jaylynne and she started crying. I was astonished, the fact that he would put my sisters life in danger appalled me. My mom ran back and tried to push him away from us. At that point, Poppy had brought him upstairs and calmed him down.

My mom confronted my grandmother. She said something along the lines of this, “How dare you let your psycho child attack my children”. My mom then said “I’m calling the police. I will not let him attack my children and get away with it. I swear he’s on drugs”.

My grandmother was enraged that my mother would think that her precious son was on drugs. To prevent my mom from calling the cops, my grandma punched my mother in the face. My sister and I ran down the stairs balling our eyes out. My mom is the most important person to me, and seeing her get hurt like that kills me. Not only was I scared, but I was infuriated that my grandmother would do that.

We ran down just in time to see Uncle Glenn and Tracy at their car. Tracy saw me crying and ran over to me and gave me a giant hug. While Jaylynne and I told them the story, Uncle Glenn ran up the stairs to confront everyone. At that point there was probably more yelling, but I was too busy crying and worrying about mom to focus on that.

Tracy had us open the gifts she had brought us which cheered me up. When mom came out of the house, her face was all red and bruised. I gave her a big hug and she told us to get in the car. She said we were not allowed to see grandma anymore and I agreed. Tears rolled down my face as I realized that I would never be able to see her again. Sad and offended, I wondered why she chose Uncle Mike when she knew he was wrong.

I tried to cheer my mom up as she cried hysterically the entire ride home. As a little kid I never expected to see such horrifying acts of barbarity, terrified and shaken, a little girl sat in her bed, hearing the cries of her mother from the living room. I brought my mom icecream and we sat by the faux fire and cuddled. My grandma was my best friend, I never imagined my life without her. Three years have gone by now, I have learned to adapt to my life without her. I’ve asked why, too many times to count. I never get an answer. I will never be able to consider forgiving her without knowing why.

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