Personal Narrative-Step Mother

Why are you so controlling!”…It was raining outside and I felt angry again.It felt as if the sky was frowning back at me. I had heard the rain hit the ground hard as if hail was coming down. It would be another morning in Tacoma Washington, where there was nothing we could do because of the transportation and my step mother. She was controlling, and a thought rolled into my head,“ I feel like I live in a house of oppression”.

I had lived with my stepmother for years and things were not getting better. It rendered in my head to ask her if I can go to my friend's house. Her reaction gave me a sign of immediate rejection. My mother looked at me in a funny way, as if I was crazy.Then things only took a turn for the worse. “ Why can't I go”?.“ I said no”. I thought in my head, she had always said that to me. My step mother was just a controlling person
“Gulp”, I had felt the cool water run down my throat. I heard my stepmother say, “did you ask for water”.“ No”. I didn't think I had too. I saw her give me an apprehensive face as usual and I didn't care at all. Then I thought to myself again,“ I feel like I live in a house of oppression”. I went to my room to be alone because I thought my life was so limited. Finally I came to a conclusion that I can't let my stepmother bring me down. I have a life to live and I wanted to do so much. I thought of myself as a living wall where I did not care what she said to me or about me. I see her control my family as she is a god or an immortal. Everyday it makes me sick to the stomach to watch my siblings suffer in a house were they can't express their emotions. I felt as if I could not get out of her life, even still today.“When it comes to controlling human beings, there is no better instrument than lies. Because you see, humans live by beliefs and beliefs can be manipulated. The power to manipulate beliefs is the only thing that counts”(Michael