Although I "knew" in my heart it was coming, the call from the Lobby at my office asking to see me was a blow. Cathryn and Cliff had been dating for about five years. The last few years he had even come to our annual family beach week. He was a welcome addition to the family vacation, not just because of the fun personality and my boys having another "brother", but because we had someone to take the picture that we use every year for our Holiday cards. But I digress.... It was early afternoon when I got a call on the Lobby phone; someone was asking to see me. I'm sure now that he said, “It’s Cliff" and I missed it. Having clients come by unannounced all the time, I assumed this was just another one. A few sentences in, I recognized the voice, and almost ran to the door. As I let him in …show more content…
No small talk. No "How's the internship.” No "How 'bout those Astros." Nothing. He sat down in a chair by the window and I sat behind the desk. It may be a ritual that has happened for generations, but when confronted with the situation, it’s entirely new and unexpected. He says he wants to marry my daughter. He says he wants to ask her next month at Family Beach Week. He says, "I want to be in the picture." I played it off as a bead of sweat, but I'm sure it was a single tear as I contemplated the strength and honor in his asking and the fear of losing in my answer. Another Chapter in my book of life, like Cathryn’s first day of school or her mother and I taking her to the dorms on that first day of college. I said yes, we would be honored to have him as a son-in-law; and Cat is very much in love with him. Then, I'm sure, he began to breathe. I babbled on with advice for the potential newlyweds: marriage is not 50/50—it's 100/0. Once a mutual decision has been made, the spouses are saddled with the choice. It all works out in the long run. We shook hands. We hugged. Then, we each went back to work... Oh, and Cliff looks good in the
Hello. My name is Andrew Loklen, and this story is about how my family felt about the Stamp Act. The Stamp Act required the colonists to pay a tax, represented by a stamp, on every printed piece of paper, such as documents, newspapers, and playing cards. The Stamp Act was passed on March 22, 1765. This story took place on October 25, 1965.
He said ¨I hope to see you tomorrow¨. So when my heart was full of joy and happiness like I haven't felt before. I met barb at the same diner as before and she had a ear to ear smile on her face she said I the a lot of fun today working the corner today. I said ¨I didn't make much today but i have a big score tomorrow set up¨.
My partner is Cathryn Cusano, she has lived in Easton, Pennsylvania throughout her entire life. Cathryn has a love for softball and has played ever since she was a little girl. During Cathryn’s senior year of high school she had multiple offers to play softball for elite colleges in the area. She started out having an amazing season, the team was also thriving which eventually resulted in them making it to the playoffs. It was the first round of playoffs and Cathryn was on first base, one of her teammates was up to bat.
camryn klemoff narrative one day there was a girl named emily she was a very tall girl. she was about 6ft tall and was in 6th grade. She went to California with her family and she got lost and didn’t know where to go and she didn’t know what to do. Then she stopped and remembered when the last time she saw her parents her mom was named Cassey and her dad's name was bob she then remembered that she saw them at walking to dinner she then went to
He almost whispered it, in the voice of a child afraid of the dark. I put my foot on the top step and stopped. I would lead him through our house, but I would never lead him
Finally, we were able to afford our own apartment. Two years later, David asked for my hand in marriage. We have been together for seventy-five years, and hopefully more to come. We have our beautiful children, grandchildren, and great
It sounded like on the movie, Frankenstein’s voice when he plead to his creator for a wife. And Mr. Skelly’s grumpy, hoarse voice plead to me; “Please, come on in, Lil Miss Missy.” With hesitation I pulled the makeshift door knob: a large, empty thread spool that had been hammered on with a big, rusty, U-shaped nail and was heavily marred with coal soot. My heart drummed triple time in my chest and prepared me to fight or flee. I took teeny-tiny baby steps, entered Mr. Skelly’s house, and landed just barely inside his front room, on the other side of his screen door.
He knew I was a good girl, and knew I would be safe with his friend Robert and his family. It was so hard to leave them. As I stand there looking, into the faces of my family, I loved so much, I could not get rid of this nagging feeling inside my stomach. What was I doing?
I was glad no one saw Holden. I jumped outside of my window and met him by the lake.
After the first two years he started to become a good friend of mine. He helped me with everything that was related to school. While growing up my had to do most things for my siblings and I. When we were in Somalia both of our parents were part of our lives but things changed when we came to the United State in February 2009. I came to this country with my mother and five siblings. I’m the oldest of six children and when we came here I was eleven years and the youngest one was three years old.
I quickly fell in love with him and felt that we would be happy together. We married in Cairo and had an extravagant wedding,
Vivian Key is four years old and halfway through scarfing down a bowl of applesauce when her mother says, “Vivvy, don’t play with your food.” Vivian pauses in the middle of waving her (unused) spoon around like a wand and pouts. “Why?” she asks, scooping up another glob of applesauce with her fingers. “I’m a fairy.”
RH: Dylan, I 'm so glad it worked out for us to chat today. Last weekend was the premiere of your movie Campfire Kiss. DK: Yes, I loved getting to tweet with my fans.
Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro is a whole narrative that constantly is looking back and wondering what could have happened if I had done this. It is through his memories that we can see how Stevens, the main protagonist, acts and feels about specific occasions. In this essay, I suggest that because of his condition of ‘dignity’, Stevens cannot express what he thinks and experiences so not to strip away his ‘mask’ of a professional butler. Firstly, we should mention one of the most tragic situations in which Stevens has been involved and it is his father’s death, even though, it is worth to discuss about how the butler confronts this illness before the demise.
Sophia, walking with the congregation, clad in black, sorrow clinging to them like fog, no laughter or happiness to break it. Saying a speech, not really registering the words. She spoke. Just reading them of the sheet on the podium in front of her. Whaling cries of pain are heard from Sophia’s aunt, although she was the loudest, others were whispering, comforting people and sniffing into tissues trying to dab away the runny mascara and clam swollen puffy eyes.