The sun wasn’t out yet it was kind of chilly well for me it was. I felt as if was looking at everything to the color White and Black. My mom woke up my sisters when we were getting ready to eat breakfast at a restaurant….The food was good my dad said. They were laughing well my mom was on what my dad said.
This summer was filled with great times and a lot of fun with the family. For example, my trip to Cape Cod, Massachusetts. It all started out at 7:30 AM and with me, I was my morning self wearing baggy sweatpants, and an out of control bed head awaiting to be tamed. My sister Sam and I gather our things before we head into grandma’s car for a trip of a lifetime.
Furthermore, my mom continued that tradition with her children and now that I am older leaving on my own I do it myself for the cold weather. My mom usually makes the meal on Saturday morning when everybody is home and wakes up late then ready to eat some warm Arroz con Leche with some bread on the side. This is my favorite meal now that I cannot get enough of this meal because it’s delicious with all the ingredients it has which is not many but makes it good. The ingredient rice from Arroz con Leche origin story is that it was passed on to India but then passed on to Greece and Mediterranean areas. In addition, going to those areas it spread to Southern Europe and North Africa then brought to South America.
My grandmother placed the tamales in a steamer pot with slightly salted water in the bottom. Covered the tamales with leftover banana leaves, then a lid and finally cooked it in low heat. I was not going to wait until the tamales cooked because it takes about two hours to cook. Well I left my mom and grandmother alone and went to sleep because I had to be ready for the next
“Sweetie, time to wake up.” Pretending to be asleep, Abigail “woke up” and looked at her father. Silently, Klaus closed the door. Abigail got up, dressed in her fishing uniform, which was a plain shirt made out of string that her mother gave her, and a pair of ripped, cream colored leggings made out of leather, and a pair of ripped brown boots. When she finished getting dressed, she went to the kitchen, and Lucy prepared breakfast.
About half way into the movie my dad told me to go take the dog outside, because our dog, stella, knows how to do the potty dance. So I dashed to the door to let her do her business. I didn’t know it but in about 10 minutes something so alarming so impending was about to happen.
Daddy would always greet me, while I sat at the kitchen table as he had every morning. By this time, I’d be eating a bowl of Lucky Charms, the ones I’d had every morning from the time I was six until sixteen. It was my routine, like it was my Daddy’s routine to give me a knuckle sandwich, which would send my hair straight forward, knocking me off balance. He’d watch me try hard to put every strain of hair back in its place, while I tried hard to keep my attention on the television set. My mornings began the same way every day, wake up, shower, dress, have my favorite bowl of cereal, watch television until it was time for school.
One of the days we were there my family went to a breakfast with the Winnie the Pooh characters. What we did was we went to the Disney Park, Magic Kingdom, and then we ate breakfast and the Pooh characters were there to eat with us. For breakfast, I had some scrambled eggs, buttermilk, chocolate chip pancakes, and Turkey sausage. I was
Also as head of the train he is the final decider. Lunch the next day was at Courthouse Rock. Along with Lena and Joseph Sr., I have also noticed James and Elizabeth getting a bit closer. Elizabeth is laughing at everything he says, and it is kinda cute, you know, young love. Not saying I am old or anything, but I remember taking long romantic walks with Norm, and falling in love even more every time.
December 22, just another day, or so I thought . Everything was going as planned, waking up and enjoying the beautiful morning. I thought to myself “What could go wrong this day.” I played my basketball game at Serra and after a good win went to dinner with my parents. We enjoyed the delicious and steamy chinese food served by our waiter.
There was a slight cool breeze at the top of Mt. Cardigan during mid Fall, the landscape was a beautiful painting made by the earth and sky. I could see blue ponds reflecting the clear sky like a giant mirror, some trees had begun to turn orange, yellow, or red, while other trees still held on to their green. It was a very popular day to hike and we had a spectacle of thirty plus people watching to see what our daring plan was. Three of my friends and I were out of place on this mountain because we did not come up with a dog or even hiking boots on.
Instead of hating bugs or spiders, I hated the outside as a child. Preferring to stay indoors, I spent my hours reading and drawing, dreading the moments my parents dragged me to a field to force sports down my throat. Basketball, soccer, volleyball; I tried all and loathed indiscriminately. Unfortunately, my father loved the outdoors, saving money for exotic vacations such as driving to the tip of Mexico instead of buying the latest iphone. Forced to go along with the rest of the family, I despised every minute of it.