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Danni Colello
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"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." Maya Angelou
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2/2/2019 5 Comments February 02nd, 2019Danielle Colello
Professor Mangini Eng Comp 100 2/2/19 Composing an Emotional Scene My blog post is about the time I move in with my first love and his family, Connecting to the theme of new identity. In the story, “My Name Is Margaret.” Margaret’s identity is taken and she is given a new one however she stays true to who she is and knows her true self. In this post I will show you the single instance that changed my life forever and how my identity was inadvertently stripped, and I was given a new chance to create my own identity and learn who I really am. “Ding-Dong.” I sprung up from the garbage bags I was filling, and raced down the stairs to answer the door, my steps thudded like a jack rabbit on a hot date. “Hey!” exclaimed Josh with the warmest smile you could ever feel. I smushed my face on to his as he picked me up and held me for a moment that I wished could last forever. I could smell his diesel cologne so strongly, as I tasted his sweet lips against mine. We continued back up the stairs and Josh and I picked up separate garbage bags and were rushing to fill them with everything in sight in my bedroom. I could feel my heart pounding as I was sweating and peeking out the window every few minutes. “We have to hurry up before my mom comes home.” I said to josh. He started taking the bags out to the car as I finished packing up the last few things. I began to look around the now empty room and recollected on all of the pain and loneliness I've felt over the years in here. I was beyond ready for this next chapter in my life. “Okay!” I said as i shut the locked door leaving my only key on the coffee table inside. “Let’s go.” I said to Josh, both of us smiling from ear to ear. “Here I come New York.” I thought as we pulled out of my old neighborhood. The conversations didn’t stop the entire ride as I asked Josh a million questions about what he likes, his hobbies, what we could do for fun, what I can do for a job out there, ect. Although nothing really mattered as long as we were together. So finally, as we pass the thousandth exit sign still showing were in Connecticut I asked him, “So what did your Dad say when you asked him if it was okay that I came to live with you guys?” “Well, so about that…” josh stammered. “So I didn’t really actually ask.” He said with a guilty smile smacked all over his face. “What?!” I shouted, “JOSH! Well that if he says no?” The pounding of my heart came racing back. “It’ll be fine!” promised Josh. We both nervously laughed but once our eyes locked all of my anxiety and doubt melted away, and this (whatever this was between us), this felt like home. As time passed I began to see a skyline in the distance, and there it was, ”Welcome To New York State.” Read the sign. We were here. As we drove through the streets, I began to see these giant skyscrapers bigger than anything I’ve ever seen before that moment. In fact, I couldn’t even see the tops of them. The food carts on the sidealks, greesy food filled my nostrils as we passed honking cars and people laughing and smoking sitting on their front porches. We were getting close I could feel it. “Would his dad tell be to go back home?” my subconscious worried as I knew this adventure to Pelham was closing in on an end. The car stops in the driveway, “Were here!” exclaimed josh. We bust out of his black GTI Bags in hand and run up the few stairs to his front porch, and Josh holds the screen door open for me as he pushes open the front door, “Daad!” josh dragged out, “Were homeee!” Joshes dad, Lew walks out from the kitchen, “Well hey guys, what’s all this?” motioning to all the garbage bags we have in hand. “Well, ya see dad, I kinda thought that it would just be better for a lot of reasons if danni just came and lived with us! She’s gonna get a job and we can figure everything out!” said Josh “Josh.” Said Lew, holding his head, shaking it, thinking for a moment that felt like forever. With two fingers resting on his temples he sighed and said.” Alright look I’m not going to tell you to turn around and go the hell back home. This is something we all are going to have to talk about but I guess, we can try this and see how it goes. Your mother hasn’t tried to contact you?” “No” I responded Lew began to nod his head and said, “Okay sweetheart.” A single tear fell from my eye as we both jumped on Lew thanking him from the bottom of our hearts. We ran up the stairs and immediately started dumping out the bags to find permanent places for all of my belongings. The next morning, I awoke and opened my eyes, for a second I thought, “What the?” forgetting where I was. And then I turned next to me and saw Josh asleep, illuminated from the skylight and morning sun. I touch him, and It physically feels good to touch him, like our energies were being exchanged. I’ve never experienced this before. So many new experiences awaited me in this new life. As I nuzzle into Josh he, still half asleep, intertwines his body with mine and I think to myself for the first time in my life,” This really is home.”
5 Comments
Francis Bacewell
2/4/2019 11:42:53 am
Hi Danni,
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Sabatino
2/4/2019 06:52:34 pm
Thanks for sharing such an emotional and touching part of your life story. I see potential in this story for further development. I am reminded of a the hiraeth assignment I asked former students to compose. I encourage you to look into this: https://www.google.com/search?q=hiraeth&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiN0q_SyaPgAhWprFkKHZKuBk0Q_AUIDigB&biw=1313&bih=563
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Angelina
2/5/2019 06:21:33 pm
This is a beautiful story. It's like a romance novel, you two were truely happy. I'm sorry he's gone, it's so hard, words can never descrbe, espically someone this special. Just know wherever he is, he's happy and at peace, and he wants you to be happy in all your future endouvers. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful story, it made my heart feel warm.
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shaymaa
3/3/2019 05:13:59 am
I'm sorry for your loss....your story touched my heart
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