Class: English 1101
Assignment: Illustration Essay
I don’t know if I would ever have it in my heart to open the doors of my home to members of my family again. My desire to help certain members of my family has resulted in several nightmares. I could have avoided these situations if I had set my personal feelings aside and clearly thought things through. My sympathy for my family has taught me a few valuable lessons. Trying to keep my family together, giving shelter, and giving a second chance proved to be traumatic ordeals.
Keeping my family together was very important to me. My cousin Danielle was only eight months old when she was put into foster care because of her parents’ arrest. In court, Danielle’s parents asked me to assume custody of her until they were released from jail. The judge ultimately agreed, and eighteen months later the State of Georgia released her to my custody. My children and I were happy to have her. We never expected what was to come. As time went by, Danielle turned into something like the Omen. She was tearing up my furniture, destroying her clothes, stealing from me, lying to her teachers, and physically harming my son. My home was never the same after her arrival. Ultimately, the problem with Danielle changed my relationship with my kids because of the time and energy I was taking to help her. As a result, my children started showing signs of emotional distress. Eventually, Danielle’s mother was released from jail, and I returned custody back to her. I finally got my family on the right track after Danielle was back living with her mother. However, I learned the hard way that some good intentions do not always have positive results.
Giving shelter to my cousin Jamie seemed like a good idea at the time. Jamie was a good person who had a drug and alcohol addiction. I wanted to support him in anyway necessary in order for him to straighten out his life. Jamie worked as a carpenter and...