ACTIVITY 5

CREATIVE NON-FICTION

NAMES:
ANGELO MIKKO B. ROSARIO
SAM DANSHLEY P. SALAVARRIA
SYLVIA M. ATENCIO

SECTION:ST.JEROME HERMOSILLE

DATE:12-3-2022

Activity: PARTNER STORY WRITING

Group yourselves into 3 or find a partner, and designate a writing sequence, so you know who is first, and whom to send to next.

The first writer should continue writing the given beginning of the story in a Word document or via e-mail. He/she then sends it as an
attachment to his/her partner or next group member. The partner or group member opens the attachment, reads it, adds the next part
of the story (color code using different font colors), saves, and attaches to new email to partner or next group member. The email
message can include comments and suggestions on the previous student’s writing.

Continue writing and passing until the story is complete. Each writer should have written five paragraphs, so the story should be
finished within 15 paragraphs (not including the given).

Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way—just like mine. I am
Solace, a very unhappy 18-year-old. How I wish my name—which means comfort in a time of
distress or sadness—reflects how I feel towards my life.

I was born into a financially stable household. It was my grandparents who took care of me after I was born, as my
parents were busy with their careers as corporates.

As I grew up, my grandparents gave all their love and attention towards me, but it could only do so much, their love
was not enough to fill the gap that my parents left, I was only able to see my parents once a week and I remember
how hard it was for me to say say goodbye to them, begging them not to leave, they always tried to stay longer
than their works allowed them to, but they could only do so much.

I think a lot about being lonely, ever since I have fewer friends because I am an introverted person.Then one day I
realized that my grandparents are getting old and that there is nothing I can do about it. What would my life be like
if my grandparents did not take care and give their love to me?What would I do if they didn't exist?These are the
few questions in my head that I can't get out of every night I cry a lot.

In my everyday life, all I can do is just study hard to make my grandparents proud. My social life is very simple
coming from a typical EMO girl living in the Ohio suburbs. I do simple chores that my grandparents assign to me
because it gives me a sense of purpose and makes me feel useful. Doing simple things distracts me from the
things I overthink and am anxious about. In our house, I behaved very nicely.

As years passed, my greatest fear comes to reality, my grandfather fell ill, I took care of him as much as I could,
he was bedridden for months, I knew he tried his best but his time came, my , I was beside them when they were
on their last breaths, but my parents were not.

During the funeral, I could not help but ask and blame my parents why they were not there. We eventually began
living together again but my resentment towards them grew. They have apologized more than a thousand times
but the more they tried, the more I pushed them away.

I became disobedient to my parents. I am always late when going home and do not complete my assignments.
Then one day I decided to pack my belongings and leave them both behind thinking that is the best method of
retaliating at them for not giving their time to our family and not giving their love and attention to my grandparents
during my toughest moments when they also needed them.

I truly hate them so much that I have to cut them off in order to heal myself from everything that happened to me
that they did nothing about. I hope they realise that money cannot buy time and memories. I want them to be held
accountable for what they've done to me. But deep down inside, I believe that if we both tried again, we might be
able to fix the family and do things we've never done before that can make my grandparents happy if they are
alive.

But I perceive that my parents don't love me that much compared to my grandparents who give unconditional love
and support towards me. I started to learn how to drink alcohol and to smoke cigarettes. If only my grandparents
were here to love me the way I wanted to, this is not going to happen. As time passed by the pain inside my heart
started to hurt more, that I didn't realise that my heart craved for validation from others and I don't care anymore.

I met friends who introduced me to bad habits such as drugs and smoking, and we jammed a lot, especially when I
was down and needed to escape my own reality. That allows me to forget about things in my life that need to be
fixed and focused on, such as my studies. Yes, I dropped out of college. I chose not to study anymore and instead
spent my time partying that I never realised that I was addicted to.

Since that day I started to get into trouble like getting caught because of doing drugs and getting into fights. I also
started joining gangs because of money I easily got the role of the leader and also with my fighting skills because
of what I’ve learned I'm not only good at fighting I'm also smart so I easily get away from the police or trouble.

My life hasn't gone well in the years since my most treasured grandparents passed. It's even become miserable,
and I'm considering ending it all. Not until my parents reach out to me, blubbering and begging with me to come
home. I initially refused because I believed it would be even worse if I returned home. But I imagined what my
grandparents wanted me to have and wanted me to do was to reunite with my parents and fix the gap between us.

I realize that getting back with my parents was the greatest decision that I have made. I have forgiven my parents
and forgotten the past. Regardless of how disrespectful I was towards them, they showed that they did really love
me, they are now making up for all the time that we lost and we are slowly but surely working towards a closer
relationship.

I learned that when it comes to family, it is never too late to rekindle the old furnace, and when we do, we should
not look back at things that made us grow apart.