TROM
By T. SilverMo
This story is based on actual events and situations that have or are happening at this moment in time in a persons life that I personally know. TROM is real and is being put out as an SM fic in order to bring awareness to such events and cases that occur in everyday lives that many don't realize. Enjoy and please feel free to comment to SilverMo@bolt.com.
May 6, 2002
Well what can I say to explain the reason for why I haven't added to this in so long? Nothing really other than the truth which is that I haven't really thought about this for a while. The main thing that got this back on my mind was Seya. You see a few weeks ago now we had a field trip within my Speech/Debate class and my associate Barbie (a fellow member of this class) and I were talking and she decided to invite Seya along.
My feelings towards Seya have changed a bit. I was right I'm over him it had nothing to really do with who he is. He just reminds me so much of Darien. The eyes are what got to me. But the same way they are so similar they are also so different. Darien was and most likely always will be the one that got away. And I will most likely never meet anyone ever again like him or ever see him again. I mean jeeze even when I ran into him like a year ago I wanted to die! But I want to leave for college. In a way I am running away and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Way too many things have happened here and in general. I think a new location will allow me the chance to move on and start all over. True I could probably do that here and not have to move about six states away, but I want to, I need to.
I'm in third period right now just typing away no one is really paying any attention to me because they are presenting they're debate outlines to the class I have to do mines Wednesday so I have nothing to really worry about. Not like I really care anyways. I'm kinda depressed right now because Lita left me for the day to go on a Health field trip. Junior Prom is this Friday May 10 so is my brother, Papito's, birthday as well as my friend Molly. Mother's Day is Sunday and there are a few other birthdays this week such as Lonie's and Rach.
Titi's birthday is on the twentieth. Titi is my other brother. He died on my tenth birthday (three days after his twentieth birthday) by falling off a twenty-story building while cleaning a sky-scraper. He hit his head and fell straight through one of the glasses. Brain dead instantly with impact. That was one of the hardest days of my life. He wasn't the first family member I was close to that died in a not so peaceful way and alone, nor was he the last. Hell my uncle is dying right now in a similar state I'll explain later the bells about to ring. Till next time
Anyways school is now out and I'm at work with a bit of free time. Where did I leave off last time??? Oh yeah I was about to explain a bit about my childhood. Or at least about some of the deaths while I was a child.
The first time I experienced death within my family was when I was three. My grandmother Mygin died of a heart-attack that Gino (by supposed grandfather), was the cause of. Then in 1992 when I was around eight My Tia (aunt) Mauya died of a brain tumor on Valentines Day. My worst memory of her being in the hospital is of me sitting on the floor making out Valentines Day cards while sitting on the floor facing her death bed and talking to her in the hopes that she could hear me. I knew she was dieing out of all the things I understood while growing up death was the clearest of them all. I never really like Valentines Day since then and the ironic thing is (as I later found out) that she died on her favorite holiday.
That same year my grandfather Pychow died of old timers and diabetes, and Qui Qui was diagnosed with a very deadly form of leukemia. Did I also mention that that year majorly sucked???
I think the most informative and easiest way that one can learn about my family's ancestral history is through an essay I wrote for my Speech/Debate Class. I've changed the names and a few things around though so here goes.
"Let Me Tell You Who I am"
I am Serenity T. proud daughter of Iloko I. a strong, brave, and smart Japanese woman, and of Kenji, a man who with every passing day still manages to amaze me.
Due to severe age distances my family isn't very big. From my mom's side, we have an average of three generations per century. On my father's side we have the opposite problem, too many additions to keep up with.
My parents were both born in Japan. As for my grandfather Pychow, (on my mom's side) he was born in Spain. My grandmother Esow was born in Japan in 1919. They were married for over sixty years until my grandfather sadly died of old age and Old Timers in 1992.He was in his mid-eighties if I remember right. My grandmother is still around kicking and steadily moving towards a healthy eighty-three years old.
My father's dad was Gino. I believe he was also born in Japan. He now lives in Santo Domingo and has to be some were in his seventies by now. My grandmother Modesta whom we called Mygin died when I was three years old. I still remember her though. She was almost as beautiful as my mother and super sweet. She only had two kids. My dad was one of them and my Tia Benie. My dad is always telling me that I look like her, but since I've never met her, I'll just have to take his word for it.
As for me. I have three brothers, one of which is deceased, one sister and now thanks to her a new baby niece. My mom only had my brother, Qui Qui, and I. As for my other siblings they are my brothers in every aspect of the word from fights to being way over protective of me.
I don't really know much else about my other family members, or even much about the ones I have already talked about. I only know bits and pieces of each of their lives. I know that one of my great-grandmothers on my mom's side was a Red Indian who was found in a cage as an infant child under her dead mother's body. Where she was found by Spaniards and taken in to be raised as one of their own.
My Great-grandmother from my dads side had to flee Italy with her only son at the time because her husband was a part of the Italian Mafia and was trying to kill her for some reason. She escaped to Japan where she met my Great-grandfather and they had twelve-children together one of which was my grandfather Gino.
Personality wise I take after my mom who, in the words of my grandmother, "is truly her own person." What can I say? I like being an individual. And that's just who I am Serenity T..
Got an "A" on it too.=;0)
I'm almost seventeen now. And I've experienced more emotional crap than most people will ever in their entire life. Because of all the things that happened during 1992 I experienced a nervous break down but quit taking the pills after about two weeks. The fact that I also had a racist bitch for a teach at the time who hated anything that wasn't black didn't help my situation any either.
By T. SilverMo
This story is based on actual events and situations that have or are happening at this moment in time in a persons life that I personally know. TROM is real and is being put out as an SM fic in order to bring awareness to such events and cases that occur in everyday lives that many don't realize. Enjoy and please feel free to comment to SilverMo@bolt.com.
May 6, 2002
Well what can I say to explain the reason for why I haven't added to this in so long? Nothing really other than the truth which is that I haven't really thought about this for a while. The main thing that got this back on my mind was Seya. You see a few weeks ago now we had a field trip within my Speech/Debate class and my associate Barbie (a fellow member of this class) and I were talking and she decided to invite Seya along.
My feelings towards Seya have changed a bit. I was right I'm over him it had nothing to really do with who he is. He just reminds me so much of Darien. The eyes are what got to me. But the same way they are so similar they are also so different. Darien was and most likely always will be the one that got away. And I will most likely never meet anyone ever again like him or ever see him again. I mean jeeze even when I ran into him like a year ago I wanted to die! But I want to leave for college. In a way I am running away and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Way too many things have happened here and in general. I think a new location will allow me the chance to move on and start all over. True I could probably do that here and not have to move about six states away, but I want to, I need to.
I'm in third period right now just typing away no one is really paying any attention to me because they are presenting they're debate outlines to the class I have to do mines Wednesday so I have nothing to really worry about. Not like I really care anyways. I'm kinda depressed right now because Lita left me for the day to go on a Health field trip. Junior Prom is this Friday May 10 so is my brother, Papito's, birthday as well as my friend Molly. Mother's Day is Sunday and there are a few other birthdays this week such as Lonie's and Rach.
Titi's birthday is on the twentieth. Titi is my other brother. He died on my tenth birthday (three days after his twentieth birthday) by falling off a twenty-story building while cleaning a sky-scraper. He hit his head and fell straight through one of the glasses. Brain dead instantly with impact. That was one of the hardest days of my life. He wasn't the first family member I was close to that died in a not so peaceful way and alone, nor was he the last. Hell my uncle is dying right now in a similar state I'll explain later the bells about to ring. Till next time
Anyways school is now out and I'm at work with a bit of free time. Where did I leave off last time??? Oh yeah I was about to explain a bit about my childhood. Or at least about some of the deaths while I was a child.
The first time I experienced death within my family was when I was three. My grandmother Mygin died of a heart-attack that Gino (by supposed grandfather), was the cause of. Then in 1992 when I was around eight My Tia (aunt) Mauya died of a brain tumor on Valentines Day. My worst memory of her being in the hospital is of me sitting on the floor making out Valentines Day cards while sitting on the floor facing her death bed and talking to her in the hopes that she could hear me. I knew she was dieing out of all the things I understood while growing up death was the clearest of them all. I never really like Valentines Day since then and the ironic thing is (as I later found out) that she died on her favorite holiday.
That same year my grandfather Pychow died of old timers and diabetes, and Qui Qui was diagnosed with a very deadly form of leukemia. Did I also mention that that year majorly sucked???
I think the most informative and easiest way that one can learn about my family's ancestral history is through an essay I wrote for my Speech/Debate Class. I've changed the names and a few things around though so here goes.
"Let Me Tell You Who I am"
I am Serenity T. proud daughter of Iloko I. a strong, brave, and smart Japanese woman, and of Kenji, a man who with every passing day still manages to amaze me.
Due to severe age distances my family isn't very big. From my mom's side, we have an average of three generations per century. On my father's side we have the opposite problem, too many additions to keep up with.
My parents were both born in Japan. As for my grandfather Pychow, (on my mom's side) he was born in Spain. My grandmother Esow was born in Japan in 1919. They were married for over sixty years until my grandfather sadly died of old age and Old Timers in 1992.He was in his mid-eighties if I remember right. My grandmother is still around kicking and steadily moving towards a healthy eighty-three years old.
My father's dad was Gino. I believe he was also born in Japan. He now lives in Santo Domingo and has to be some were in his seventies by now. My grandmother Modesta whom we called Mygin died when I was three years old. I still remember her though. She was almost as beautiful as my mother and super sweet. She only had two kids. My dad was one of them and my Tia Benie. My dad is always telling me that I look like her, but since I've never met her, I'll just have to take his word for it.
As for me. I have three brothers, one of which is deceased, one sister and now thanks to her a new baby niece. My mom only had my brother, Qui Qui, and I. As for my other siblings they are my brothers in every aspect of the word from fights to being way over protective of me.
I don't really know much else about my other family members, or even much about the ones I have already talked about. I only know bits and pieces of each of their lives. I know that one of my great-grandmothers on my mom's side was a Red Indian who was found in a cage as an infant child under her dead mother's body. Where she was found by Spaniards and taken in to be raised as one of their own.
My Great-grandmother from my dads side had to flee Italy with her only son at the time because her husband was a part of the Italian Mafia and was trying to kill her for some reason. She escaped to Japan where she met my Great-grandfather and they had twelve-children together one of which was my grandfather Gino.
Personality wise I take after my mom who, in the words of my grandmother, "is truly her own person." What can I say? I like being an individual. And that's just who I am Serenity T..
Got an "A" on it too.=;0)
I'm almost seventeen now. And I've experienced more emotional crap than most people will ever in their entire life. Because of all the things that happened during 1992 I experienced a nervous break down but quit taking the pills after about two weeks. The fact that I also had a racist bitch for a teach at the time who hated anything that wasn't black didn't help my situation any either.