Things Change

A long, long time ago there was a little girl named Liz. Liz enjoyed playing with her friends. She was really friendly. Liz was more outside of her house. She would be at a friend's house, at the park or just simply out on her yard. Since she wasn't much inside her house, she didn't realize that her mom was almost everyday sad or mad. Once Liz got older she started having less and less friends because she got more and shyer as the time passed by. Liz became a quiet little girl that stays home. They would argue about anything. One time her mom got mad at her for not doing something, so Liz told her well can't you wait a moment? Her mom got mad at her response and was going to hit Liz when she notices. Liz grabbed her mom's hands. ``why are you grabbing my hands?" her mom asked ``because why are going to hurt me?" said Liz. The kept on arguing about the same thing for an hour. “What are you going to hit me?" her mom asked. "No I'm not" said Liz. Liz decided to go to her bedroom to not argue with her mom. She had heard that many people heard music to get inspired, to get relax, forget their problems or to show their emotions. "If I probably hear music I will forget about all my problems" She was looking through her songs and found a rap song that made her relaxed. Since she only had a song of rap. She divided to download more music from the genre rap. Liz started to talk less to her mom; she didn't want her mom to be in her personal life. When Liz would be sad, mad, angry, or just feeling lonely she would just hear music and try to ignore the world around her. Liz would hear music all day long and when she wouldn't she felt weird. She thought of music like a personal therapy that helped her not worry about her emotions. When Liz got older she got married and she decided to leave her family behind in the past because they did many damage to her when she was a teenager. She had fights with her mom every day and anywhere. Liz was happy away from her mom and with her husband and children. She tried to be a good mother and not like her mom. She talked with her children and supports them when they needed it. Later when she got old her children thanked her for being such a great mother with them. She died happy as like she was born.

Berenice S.