My father choose to be gone from December 13 until December 23 of 2014 that way he could be home for Christmas. Every night my father called and every night my mom and my three little sisters anxiously awaited by the phone in the kitchen along with my grandpa patiently waiting
It was December 25th, Christmas morning. Instead of waking up to my little brother’s excited smile, I was met with a face of sorrow and fear. Andrew told me he was scared and he did not know what to do and he heard Alex crying
Family reunions are often used to dwell upon the past and reflect upon one’s life. Richard Rodriguez, in is his passage, goes to extreme lengths to explain to the reader his carefully taken observation of his family’s life. Looking deeper into the words and feelings of the passage, Rodriguez portrays a sense of strong family values. It is apparent (by his selective use of diction and narrative structure found throughout the passage) that Rodriguez is writing to a more mature, experienced audience.
The trip to Florida. Orlando to be exact. We had been planning this trip for a while. My whole family hopped in the new car we bought about a month ago. It was already beginning to look like the car we had before. Candy wrappers were in the floor, old water bottles still in the cupholders, and jackets, basketballs, and bags piled in the back. It didn’t matter though because we were about to have the time of our lives.
Every Christmas Eve my family reunites with a platter of food, all the children wear the pajamas and we all bake Christmas cookies and watch a Christmas, usually animated since the toddlers are watching. An hour before midnight, we organize the journey that Maria and Jose experienced
As I roll down the window, I felt the breeze gently touching my left cheek as I smell the amazing scent of pine trees. I really can't believe that the day has finally come, the day when I celebrate my quinceañera. Quinceañera is an important event in the Hispanic community and it’s when a 15 year old girl turns into a woman. My godfather finally hit the brakes on the mini white Toyota truck and said “we’re finally here.” I open the door and set a foot on the ground, the look of astonishment has plastered into my face. “This is perfect!!” There was a 12 feet marble statue of Jesus Christ standing right in the center of El Picacho, Tegucigalpa, Honduras. As I was putting on the lengthy yet beautiful yellow dress that my 19 year old cousin had
The fear of falling was overpowering, it made me feel weak and scared. One Saturday my father, stepmother, little sister and I were headed out to our family's Cabin to go tubing behind Russ` speedboat on Lake May.
December 29th was a very exciting day. We will be in Cuba that day, and we don’t have to drive a lot, just to the airport. The problem is that we had a ton of stuff, and not that much room in the car. We spent the night at my dad’s hotel because its right by the airport and he would be able to leave his car there. In the car my dad and sister sat in the back, I sat on my step mom’s lap, and my dad’s friend drove us to the airport. Shortest distance, but it felt like a long ride.
At the end Rainsford kills Zaroff when he is asleep. Then Rainsford keeps the house then his old shipmates ship crashes on the island. They are petrified because of the rumors. Rainsford sees them and they are pleased to see him and Rainsford invites them in for tea and bread. After they eat and finish their tea they go out to go hunting to add to their collection. It was close to dawn when they finished hunting. They went back to the lodge to clean off for dinner and bed. For dinner they had cream of mushroom soup. After dinner they went to bed. They loved the beds they said it was like laying on a nice fluffy cloud. At seven a.m they woke up and had left over soup. It hit eight oclock when they gotten finished eating and washing their clothes.
In his short essay, Richard Rodriguez began with a reminiscence of his childhood Christmas filled with warmth and tenderness from his family. The joy of opening presents in the morning and seeing happiness within the family take a sudden turn when Rodriguez transition to the “listless” conversation and “uncomfortable” atmosphere of his annual Christmas celebration. He meticulously chose specific memories to foreshadow his mother’s dream, use of parentheses punctuation to give readers an insight of his thoughts, and crestfallen tone to display the relationship between the now fully grown children and their parents.
One day, on a Saturday afternoon . We went to the boat. The boat is parked at the bow at Newman lake. The boat is a blue and white color. The blue is a dark blue but faded. The boat also could go to about 45-50 miles per hour. Anyway let's get on with the story...
Have you noticed anyone wearing a jewel with a blue ribbon? Or anyone that has a pin of a white cross with rainbow colored diamonds on it? These people are Masters of the Grand Cross of Color, and someday you may also earn that title.
I still remember how I was once suffocated with the burden of belonging to an Asian cultural background. Being Asian had its perks like getting the divine recognition as of a smart person, the godly praises of being the embodiment of discipline; however, all that gold was nothing more than ordinary glitter. The praises, the recognition, the credibility, it all meant nothing when it came to individual freedom. There was never a day painted in history that my shoulders were not dragged to the ground bearing the burden of family honor, proper code of conduct and well this struggle to be simply, perfect.
It wasn’t until I was walking up the stairs to the apartment that I realized what time it was and how long i’d been gone. What was I going to say when I walked in “Oh sorry, some people showed up and I broke my hand but they got meded magically back together!” their was no way out of trouble I’d get in trouble no matter what. I knocked on the door and not even two seconds later the dor opened up. It was my mom her eyes big and red and my brother standing behind her looking really furious. My mom pulled me in and pushed me onto the couch “Well?” she said in a very shaky voice, I didn’t know what to say so I just looked to the ground “Your brother and I have been worried sick about you and you just sit there and stare at the ground,” my mom said in a
People have certain rights that cannot be taken away. This was written in our Declaration of Independence. This means everyone is equal regardless of race, ethnicity, culture or gender. No one person is exempt from these rights.