Essay About Family: Ain’t No Mountain High Enough :: Personal Narrative essay about my family

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough â€Å"Scene one, take two, role it!† A teenage boy stands alone, looking into the auburn sky, he wonders how it can look so beautiful without a touch of sun. The immense trees blind pieces of light as depression captures his mind. The winter’s cold is laid like a blanket across the dying ground. He inhales slowly as the cold night air blows sternly across his cheeks. He exhales, watching intently the stream funnel from his lips into the beautiful sky. He stands and wonders how innocent the day is and how frightening the night becomes. The bare and dying trees reflect the mood of loneliness and unhappiness that winter brings. The season of perpetual giving comes to a close, but he doesn’t believe it was ever open. As each moment wears on, he struggles to find not only himself, but understanding from his family. This year he brought home no gifts of greatness. Not even an attitude for the others to enjoy. I watch closely as the camera pans out and the entire scene is portrayed to the audienc e. Like a character in a movie, I constantly wonder if anyone is watching. Each of my senses comes back to me as my memory winds through the film in the projector of my mind. My plane landed on Saturday morning after being delayed over night in the cold Memphis airport. Hungry and tired, I stepped off the 30- passenger plane that I shared. Falling snow is all that I could see once in Tulsa. My father was waiting with a smile stretched across his face as I walked into the heated room. His arms folded around my shoulders and I embraced him with happiness. I saw a tear slide down the right cheek and I knew he was glad to see me too. Now that I have been away to college for the past five months things seemed different. My dad reminds me of home when interprets the phone call that he and my mother had just hours before my arrival. Words of bickering and remorse pierced the phone line from Oklahoma City to Tulsa. â€Å"Your mother told me about the problems with your credit card, and how stranded on money you are.