People always ask me the following “What do you do during Christmas?” Annually I have the privilege of traveling to Malta and visit the following: Aunts, uncles, cousins and finally my grandparents. This trip is annually because it is my grandpa’s birthday, which is on Christmas-Eve. Aside from traveling to Malta I have also traveled to Sidney on Christmas to celebrate with my mom’s side of the family. I always appreciate spending Christmas at home with my family in the calm, quiet environment of my home. But contrary to that, there are some reasons why Christmas is my favorite holiday overall.
At the time I still believed in Santa Claus and didn't really think of Christmas as the birth of Jesus. My family was really religious and we were Catholic, every Christmas we would go to church. The day came for Christmas eve and I woke up in a good mood, getting ready to eat tamales and pozole, Christmas punch. My grandma really knew how to cook a good dinner, I went to the market, with my mom to buy all the supplies to make the food and bought some last minute Christmas presents. It was around 5 o'clock and I was all changed up in my Christmas outfit, my family always took a family picture on Christmas Eve.
Three weeks early the holiday my parents and neighbor start shopping buy new house materials, staffing for the chicken. Me as kid when holiday came I want get new shoes and clothes. My favorite part of the holiday is eve night because, we have big ceremonies in church. I grew up with Coptic Orthodox Christian. The church is starting 10 PM U.S. time and In Ethiopian time 3 PM.
Then he gave the man money for the taxi all the way to Camden-Town. Moreover on Christmas day after calling Christmas a humbug and after saying, “What’s Christmas to you but a time for paying bills without money, a time for finding yourself a year older and not an hour richer,” he showed up to his nephew’s, Fred, house to spend time with his family on christmas day. Scrooge’s is transforming and molding into a different
In scene 3, we can already tell that the mother will always design the car so it would look as if they are in that particular place and one day but the mother does this every time she fetches him. Although her job as a taxi driver can be challenging at times, she always will show up at school to fetch the son in a new kind of setting in the car. In scene 4, we can see that the mother is late and the son is very upset and was waiting for her to come, but the mother never fail to cheer up her son even I her hardest times. In scene 5, after 18 years and we can see that the son I is all grown up and is ready to go somewhere and after that years still the mother watches the French movies and I still is learning it. So the son repays his mother for all those years what she did for the sake of him and by repaying he actually made his mother cry when he showed her the airplane tickets that he has purchased for him and his mother.
He and my brother grew extremely close through sports and the time they spent together at my house. I gave him car rides to practice, back to his house, or just down to our local convenience store for a snack. During these car rides I gave Roger any advice he asked for and even some that he didn’t. We would talk about his past, what he wants to do after high school, his new family, and anything else he needed to get off of his chest. I felt like the big sister he would never have and for some reason, that brought out a loving side of myself I didn’t even know I had.
We begrudgingly get out of bed because my sister and I are not morning people at all. Once we got the strength to get up we went over to our grandmother’s room where she was lying peacefully in bed. Yet again it was difficult to get her out of bed because she was on the heavier side which can be difficult to manage. Once we washed her up and got her dressed we grabbed her walker so that she can walk to her recliner. By that time my mom was calling us for breakfast, so I grabbed my grandma’s plate and took it to her, then I sat down at the table to
I cannot recall any other time I experienced so much joy and satisfaction. It was on the warmth of a spring day in March, 2015. After finishing the spring semester at high school, the school gives students a one-week holiday to relax or to go somewhere. A beach trip in the spring is always a good idea for us who live near the sea, but this time I was on the bus with my classmates heading to the airport. The school had organized a Habitat Trip to the Philippines, where my classmates and I decided to go to build houses.
I could not help but want to, at the very least, watch how it was all done. I remember waking up in the middle of the night craving my grandmother’s “Torta de Cielo”(Cake from Heaven). It was December, my siblings and I were on winter break and my dad decided to take us on a road trip to Villahermosa (Beautiful Villa), Tabasco. To see Abuela and spend the holidays with her and Tia. We lived in Mexico City, so it would take a little over
Over the course of this essay I will be delving into the pertinent drivers which have led me to making an occasional purchase of a Galaxy chocolate bar. When I was younger, I would often go food shopping with my mother on a saturday to help with the loading and unloading of the shopping in and out of the car. The reason I have decided to do my reflective essay on Galaxy was due to the fact that throughout my youth, on the odd occasion my mother would treat herself to a bar of galaxy. She would always consume the chocolate after she put my younger brothers to bed, whilst she caught up on all the television she had missed. Mother always expressed feelings of happiness whenever she was able to put her feet up and induldge in rest and relaxation, with her bar of galaxy to hand.