Part 1 of Essay
Christmas is a joyous time for all but; it was not a joyous time for the family. Two days before Christmas on December 23, 1988, my parents were fighting about everything. They were yelling, screaming and cursing all through the house. As usual, I ran to my room to hide from the noise and that is where I cried all alone ....

Part 2 of Essay
.... a huge amount of gifts from Santa, which I enjoyed but my mom was not filled with great joy. Today was the day we go into Brooklyn, NY to see my father's parents. When we arrived, I was greeted by all but; I felt a huge pain from deep within my heart. There was nothing to fear and nothing was going wrong so I spent a lot of time in my mother's arms. After a while at the house my father had to call work to see how everything was going. He was on the telephone for a while but that always happened during family ....