August 27, 2010
Descriptive Narrative
Ms Rain me up to the chalkboard to write a letter of the alphabet. I assumed this must be part of the her teaching method. I was shy but I walked to the board and wrote my letter.“F, this is the letter F”. I felt great after getting up to participate. Soon someone would rain on my parade; I felt it inside. “F is for fatass Precious” said Rita. I heard it returning to my seat. In my mind i wanted to react by hitting her suddenly I blacked out and lashed my hand across her face as if I were slapping an annoying fly flying around me. Ms Rain instantly rain over to break us up. I told her " I ain' done nuffin' she started it". Quickly I felt a sharp pain shoot through my stomach. Was I ready for this? Thought flushed through my head and all I could do was panic; I fainted. Waking up all I saw was flashing red, yellow, & white light flashing. Loud sirens in my ear as I could barely see what was going on around me. A lady was hovering over me was asking me to breathe slowly. “You are in labor” the paramedics said. Slowly everything seemed to get darkened again as before. I woke up to bright light shining in my eyes. “Precious are you ok?” asked Ms. Rain. Push, Push, was all I kept hearing. “Precious you have to push in order for the baby to come” said Ms. Rain. Sudden the doctor said that I couldn’t have my baby naturally but by C-section. Moments later cries floured the room. “Is that my babve?” I asked the cute doctor. “Yes, Clareece that is your new baby boy” said the doctor. Anxiously awaiting, “can I hold my babve, can I hold my babve” I said while holding out my arms. I took a look at my baby and tears of joy fell from my eyes.
Two days went by and I felt I grew close to this really cute doctor, well he say male nurse I prefer doctor. “I think he likes” I told my Joann. The third day came and I was able to be released from the hospital. I started to wonder how I was going to get home. The fine light skin doctor I was thinking about all night had given me $20; I think he wants to marry me. I used the twenty to catch a cab home. I wrapped my baby in a blanket and held him with all my might while carrying my book bag in the other hand. I gave the doctor a hug and headed home.
When I arrived at my mother house she demanded me to do chores. She asked about my baby Abdul but I hesitated to give my baby to her. “This mufucka looks just like his damn daddy” she said; thump! I looked back and saw my babve on the floor. I raced to rescue my baby yet only to be hit and force into the wall by a beast; my mover. I gave a quick shove and she hit the wall. I grabbed by baby and the book bag and flew to the door down the steps to where I thought I was safe. Yet, reality struck me. Where will I and my baby go? Who could I turn to for help? Why does it seem all bad things happen to me? Although I was grieving inside, my pride would not let me show it. I felt alone in this world except in reality I wasn't. I had a 3 day new born baby along side me. I wonder if I didn't have either baby would she love me?
In the cold, I and my baby walked for hours until I reached a homeless shelter. There I receive immediate help and relief. Warm blankets like how my mover use to give me on cold winter nights. I looked at my baby and said “we’ll be alright”. I laid the palate out for us to sleep on. This place was scary. The people looked half dead or even dead. I was scared for me and my baby. When I fell asleep I began dreaming of paradise. I was a superstar. Me and my kids were walking on the red carpet to the movie awards along with the cute doctor. In a split second my dream was overseen by my mother. I woke up in sweats. I took a look at my baby and kiss him. We rested until the next morning.
In the morning the nice lady help me search for help. She called around and tried to find assistance for a uneducated person like me. She was like an angel sent from above. Days went by before I actually heard anything back from her. I started to think she was like everyone else who said they were there to help. After meeting with her about the help she said there was something called standards or qualifications I had to meet, whatever that is. “There is another alternative Clareece, you can apply for welfare or if you are unstable the best thing to do maybe is to give the baby up for adoption” the lady said. “What is adoption?” I asked. “Adoption is another way of your child getting help. It’s a program that is place for people who are not financial stable or have family issues and the state interacts and forcefully remove the kid or kids” the lady said. “Ms Lee is that, can you take my son in or will I be able to see my son because I have another son who lives with my grandmother” I said curiously. “Why don’t you go there to your grandmother's and I don't know if I'm ready for that responsibility Clareece.” said Ms. Lee. Quickly I gained an attitude, “I can’t dis on my own. Eiwer you gone take care of my babve or I’m leaving it” I said with fire in my eyes. Ms. Lee started to get scared I could see it in her eyes. She asked “Clareece, may you please sit down and lower your tone”. “Ms. Lee can you please get me some water, I think I’m having an astma attack” I said trying to get her to leave. She got up and walked through the door. I kissed my baby and quickly placed my baby on the desk and ran for the door.
Thoughts in my head read across my mind. Why did I leave my baby, where will I go? “O my gosh” I ran until I couldn’t run anymore. I hide on the corner and found a door to my near right. I fell through the door. I slept there for days, nothing to eat or drink. All I had was $3.79 left from the twenty the doctor gave me. I wondered the streets wondering where to look for my next meal or my next shower. No one could find me or maybe no one looked for me, but I wondered where I was. I lay asleep under a bridge dreaming about my two babies. I prayed to the lord that he shelter and secure my babies. I lay under that bridge for two days straight wondering would I ever move. When the third came by I lay still, not moving a muscle.
Epilogue
In the end of my version of Precious, Clareece (Precious) starts to live under a bridge because she is homeless and has too much pride. She feels ashamed of her actions and scared to go back but want what’s best for her baby. Since she knows she is unstable and has no place to go she feels leaving the baby at the welfare is best. After spending so many days not eating or drinking Precious dies under the bridge from starvation and dehydration. Abdul the youngest baby was soon adopted by Ms Lee. He grew up to be healthy. He developed a passion for football and soon hopes to play in thee NFL. Mongo on the other hand became ward of the state because the grandmother passed when he was 10. By age 12, Ms Lee found Mongo in the system and realized this was precious other son and adopted him. Ms Lee retired after adopting Mongo. He began school at a local community school for disabilities. Over the years passed, Ms Lee had found out she could not have babies and adopting Mongo and Abdul was the best thing for her. She treated them as her own and they loved her back. Ms Lee went to start a foundation for abandon kids and homeless families.
