Showing sad stories for tag "family"

Thanks For The Memories


21 Oct, 2011 02:04 PM

It was 8:oo pm as my father came in and said we were going out for a surprise. This was rare, after my mother passed away after she gave birth to me, my dad was always finding it hard to juggling with his work and looking after me, this is hard as i am dyslexic. My dad needs to get extra help for me as I'm starting high school I am 11. My father took my hand and escorted me to the car. This would be the last time i set foot in this car. It was getting dark and the rain was pelting on the car i sat back and looked out the window to figure out where we were going. I was in the passenger's seat and my dad was driving. It was so cold outside that the car windows started to freeze. We were coming out of... [Read More]

Tags: Death, Pain, Sad, Memories, Family
Votes: 76


Jordyn's daddy

15 Jul, 2011 11:10 AM

About 9 years ago, I had my son, Jordyn. Proud father at 18. No job, no education, no mother. Nothing. She left a year after he was born. I saved up for 5 years so I could put myself through school and get a worth while job. One my son could be proud of. One my son could say to his friends and they wouldn't look at him like he had a third eye or something. I went to medical school and rode around in ambulances. Responding to car wrecks and such. Seeing some pretty sick stuff. My son couldn't say "My daddy's a doctor" but he could say "My daddy saves lives". He called me superdad and said I was the best hero in the world. He'd make up stories about how I could fly and saved people from falling rocks and other silly things like a child would.... [Read More]

Tags: Love, Tragic, Death, Family, Father
Votes: 60

My Father

Matthew Guevara

16 Oct, 2010 12:11 AM

was recently asked a sentimental question for a class assignment. My teacher asked ?If you could travel to anytime in your life, when/where would it be. And why?? After about a day?s work of pondering that question, I have finally come up with an answer. If I could travel to anytime it would have to be September 11th 2001. My name is Matthew Guevara and I would like to tell you the story behind my answer to this question. When I was ten years old my life seemed simple, it was fantastic. I had a mother who loved me, a father who was always there for me, an older brother who taught me the meaning of brotherly love, and a little sister on the way. It started on September 5th 2001. The day was a warm day down in Texas and my dad made plans for the whole family to... [Read More]

Tags: 9/11, Death, Cried, Family, Dad, Love
Votes: 55

Little Brother

Ai Shinamori

31 Dec, 2014 02:16 AM

My dearest little brother. How I loved you so. Those times we spent together causing mischief, playing games, laughing...I cherish them. Why did it have to happen? That one fateful day. We had a fight. Even now, I can still remember it. I had become very busy and couldn't hang out with you like I used to. I was worried about school work too much to pay any attention to you. Mom had just gotten a new job so we were home alone most of the time. I remember sometimes looking out my window to get a view of the front lawn,and there you'd be. Sitting alone in the grass. Waiting for mom and dad to come home from work. It made me sad, seeing you alone all the time. But I had work to do, so I didn't do anything about it. That day, I had just gotten home... [Read More]

Tags: Family, Death, Sadness, Loneliness, Pain, Love, Brother
Votes: 40

Fake Smile and a Heartbeat


20 Jul, 2016 11:26 AM

So, it's currently 1.13PM and I'm on my bed, typing this story because I have no one to talk to. I'm Gwen, people call me that and I think that's a beautiful name. I have issues with my family for I know that I am a failure in front of their eyes. Earlier I had a misunderstanding with my dad, just because he saw me and judged that I'm not being productive at the moment but he's wrong, I'm always productive but they just wont see it. My mom, my mom who always scold me for being a stupid daughter which is (I think) true. I'm stupid for being a daughter who actually have a lot of things going on inside her head. I haven't told them I'm bisexual because I wouldn't know if they would appreciate my own sexuality. I'm just seriously too depressed, I have no one to... [Read More]

Tags: Depression, Fake, Hurt, Family, Lonely, Loneliness
Votes: 30

I love you daddy!!


15 Jul, 2010 11:00 PM

Thank you for taking the time to read this :) Me and my daddy have a very close relationship, and of course, I am a daddy's girl. As I was growing up, he constantly reminded me that I was ALWAYS going to be his little girl no matter what. It didn't really bother me until I got to my teenage years. You know how most teenage girls are, they like to be isolated from their parents and they like to be treated like adults. That's how I was when I was about 14 or 15 years old. We would spend alot of time together, like fishing, bowling, and ice skating. He said, he loved spending time with his little girl. This is when it bothered me.. "DAD!" is usually what I would yell when he called me this. "I know I'm your daughter and I know you love me, but... [Read More]

Tags: Love, Dad, Daughter, Family
Votes: 30



26 Nov, 2013 09:27 PM

The Last Words Angel Fawn *I adapted this to fit more with my story, respects all paid to Angel Fawn!!!* It's been a while since I remembered him. My brother Chris was 16, he had lung cancer. He was growing weaker and weaker, he coughed and coughed and breathing was becoming hard for him. Very hard... He couldn’t stop coughing, (*cough, cough, cough*) the sweet sound of his voice swept out of his pain filled body, letting me hope. Hope that he’d live. The doctor’s had told us that he had months to live. I remember back when we were just kids. Mom took us out to the dandelion field behind our park and some kids were playing tag through the meadow. The light blowing through the air flew directly into our hearts. “Hey ugly,” one kid yelled. I looked up. “Yeah you ugly! You and your cripple brother!” Another... [Read More]

Tags: Adaptation, Death, Cancer, Brother, Family, Christmas, Love
Votes: 26

You take care of him


04 Jan, 2015 05:49 AM

In every family you would get that one weird uncle, fortunately for me though I didn’t met mine until I was fresh from military boot camp. You see, my fiance and I got married and that immediately meant her family was mine. So when I returned and was greeted by her family, I’ve met that one particular weird uncle. He’s the type who’s a rebel in the family, everything the family was against he was for it. Her family was a healthy, Christian family. He was an atheist, personally I don’t care if you don’t believe in God, but he was different. He was an atheist just so he could be on the other side of the family. He’s not a black sheep, he’s a sheep that painted himself black. It’s not just religion too, it could be as complicated as politics, or as simple as where we should eat.... [Read More]

Tags: Family, Love, Sad, War, Sadness, Tragic
Votes: 25

A Broken Road


02 Dec, 2014 05:00 PM

A Broken Road It was a late October afternoon and while many families were in their homes having dinner, or perhaps watching television together, a car pulled to the side of Farm Road 117 in Orange County, Missouri. While the car was of a beautiful silver, and was no less than a luxury vehicle, the woman driving alone inside wanted nothing to do with the car or anything else. This woman’s name was Tina and as she sat in the stalled car crying, the autumn wind blew gently through the trees of many colors. Her crying had caused her eyeliner and mascara to smear, giving her the illusion of two black eyes. Her sobs reverberated through the air for she was no longer trying to contain her sorrow. To her right, two squirrels quickly jumped from one tree to another as thoughts of loneliness and worthlessness flashed through her mind.... [Read More]

Tags: Depression, Addiction, Suicide, Pills, Family, Unloved
Votes: 23

My love


08 Nov, 2011 05:34 AM

Sorry if this is too long. I came from quite a rich family. But as they say money does not buy happiness. I knew very little happiness since I was young. My family had several people working under us both in my house as well as in our workplace. My mother was a very wonderful person but very weak. She did not dare do anything against my father. My father had open affairs with other women; even bringing them home in front of mother. But my mother does not say anything. She was dying inside but she laughed outside for me. Everyone knew what happens in our house but no one questions my father. Eric was the son of one of the employees. I knew him since I was 5 and he was 7. Eric's father worked around the house and Eric was around a lot. There were not a... [Read More]

Tags: Lost, Life, Family
Votes: 22