When my mother died, I fell apart. My father wanted to control me. As a consequence, I ran away to America.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I lost my mother when I was very young, and my father when I was in college.
My mom and dad passed away from cancer. Within nine months, I lost both of my folks. Immediately after that, I had a horrible betrayal where my brother, who worked for me, stole a lot of my money. He's in jail now.
My mother was one of seven girls whose parents went to bed hungry so their children wouldn't. My father lost his mother when he was nine. He left school and went to work for the next 70 years. They emigrated to America with little more than the hope of a better life.
My mother, brave woman, lost her whole family when she decided to marry a black man in the '60s. When the marriage fell apart, she had to come back to her family.
My mother protected me from the world and my father threatened me with it.
My father and my mother separated when I was two.
I lost my parents very early in my life. My mom died three weeks after I graduated from high school, and my dad died two years after I got married.
When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave.
My mother was determined to make us independent. When I was four years old, she stopped the car a few miles from our house and made me find my own way home across the fields. I got hopelessly lost.
My mother left behind three daughters when she went to America and started a new life. I certainly felt abandoned when my father died of a brain tumour; I felt he had abandoned me to this terrible, volatile mother and I had no protection.