It was a warm and windy morning in the month of June 2007. I was 7 years old and my family planned a big trip to go to Hershey park. I was so excited it made me want to scream at the top of my lungs. But I didn’t. This trip was going to be the best trip of the summer. My Mom called my other family to say if they wanted to go with us. They said yes, and that made me happy. We usually don’t get to see our cousins.
My hands became clammy and my heart started racing. I did not want to believe the words coming out of my mother’s lips, “His kidney failed three weeks after the operation, he is dead”. I was just 5 years old and I felt like there was no purpose to live. My father was everything to me. I already missed his genuine kindness, the way his smile formed whenever he talked to me about life, and the times where we had father-son time at the airport, watching airplanes fly. Standing there looking into my mother’s eyes filled with intent and worries, I was speechless. At this instant, I was able to budge a smile and move myself, despite being frozen from the news, to embrace my now widowed mother. Despite this tragic event, my dad had a dream, a vision that his two sons would achieve the American Dream filled with infinite opportunities that can be obtained with a higher education. To this day, I continually strive to live up to the American Dream my dad envisioned for me.
I was only 15 when my grandmother finally decided that it was time to take my mom up on her offer and come live with us. Her motivation? She knew she didn’t have much time left and wanted to spend her final moments at our house with her family. After about three weeks at our house, she was gone. I had thought that her death would be the most difficult thing for me to deal with, but, in reality, it was the time she spent dying at our house that really
To begin, the first family member to pass was my great grandfather Clarence, he was 97 when he passed due to his colon cancer. I was pulled out of school the day of his funeral and griefed with the rest of my family. My younger sister was also there but she was no older than ten at the time of his funeral.
January 11, 2013, I wake up to yelling, prayers, and crying. I walked into the kitchen where all the noises were coming from and I found my mother on the floor crying, talking on the phone with my godmother. My father was there by her side, trying hard not to cry while supporting his wife. I didn’t know what was happening, this was the first time I’ve seen my mom so vulnerable and broken. My parents didn’t tell me anything other than my grandmother was in critical condition at the hospital, but with god's help she would overcome this hard time. My mom hung up the phone and went to “La Grande” a Mexican store to buy a card to call my uncle in Cuba, to see how my grandmother was doing. My godmother has two daughters who work at the hospital
Montreat, North Carolina is a Presbyterian Youth Conference located in Black Mountain. We meet so many new people, we exchange opinions, and we share our difficulties. We become so much closer to our youth group, which for the week is referred to as our back-home group. Montreat is such a safe place. I know I can truly be myself whether I am with my friends or with strangers. There are many activities to do while at the college. We rock hop with our back-home group, which is just walking through the creek to a small pool. The pool is about three feet deep and everyone jumps off this big rock into the ice cold water. It was so cold when we got out everyone was steaming. We would also walk to the cafe in the middle of the campus called The Huck. While I was sitting
When I was little about 4or 5 year ago I had lost the closest uncle in my life. I felt broken inside and wanted to cry my eyes out. I could not believe he was gone out of our lives into a new world, he was a brother an uncle and the world to my family. But as I saw mom by his side crying, I knew that moment I had to push aside my feelings and show my mom I was strong in her eyes. At that moment I knew that I had to be considerate to my mom as she cried because I did not want to show a weaker side of me, but to let her know i’m strong enough not to cry by casting my feelings behind me. The character Cassia from Matched and Marin from “Geraldo no last name are both considerate through their actions and thoughts on not hurting others feelings
Part One: This summer I read six chapters in Let The Great World Spin by Colum McCann. Three chapters that stood out to me the most were chapters 1,2 and 6. Although these chapters are different from each other each one of them showed me a different focus. Each of these chapters had a different level of importance and stood out to me. Chapter five is most important to me. During this chapter we learn about fourteen year old Fernando’s real passion. Although he works in his step fathers barber shop, that is not what he really wants to do. His real passion is taking photos of the graffiti art found in the tunnels of the New York subways. He loves the underground tags most because it is more brave to do it in the tunnels than the wall above
It was a cold winter night in Upstate New York. My mom and dad were enjoying a cup of coffee, my sisters were playing video games, and I was editing a few pictures on my computer. My mom brought up the idea of a vacation. She said” We haven’t been on a vacation for a long time”. We all agreed and were hoping for my dad to also agree. Then my father said with a cheerful voice “Where do you guys want to go for vacation”. Me and my sister Rahma wanted to go to Florida, but, my other sister Selsibila wanted to go to California. Since Florida is closer and most of us agreed on going to Florida my parents said, “Ok then Florida it is” and we all ran to our rooms to pack up our stuff. My father quickly went on his computer and started looking for a rental. After we packed up all our stuff my dad said” Everyone go to bed, so we can wake up fresh in the morning and get the trip started”. So, we all went to bed. I can barely sleep thinking about all the fun were going to have. After about 15 minutes everyone was sound asleep and so was I.
I remember when I was going to start school. The school I went to was called Lincoln Elementary. It was just a short four streets down from my house. I was a little nervous and slightly scared to go. I didn’t want to have to leave home and be gone for so long. Then I got there and realized it wasn’t that bad. We read books, counted numbers, and learned d 'nealian handwriting.
Losing someone you love dearly is one of the hardest things anyone can go through. Sometimes it hurts so bad that you may yourself, “What’s the point of being here anymore?” I ask myself that question all the time, ever since my Grandmother passed away.
When I was only a couple of months old my mom and I were stuck in an airport due to delayed flights. The only luggage we had was my diaper bag and a backpack full of baby toys. I was miserable and cranky the whole entire time which didn’t make my mom feel better. At the time I had no idea what was going on but now that will be stamped in my memories forever. Memories are a key aspect in life because they affect our behavior, help us recall events that have happened in life, and last help us learn.
An experience that was meaningful to me was the time that my entire family and I went to Disney from July 1st,2010 to July 14th,2010 it was such a great experience. Jumping with excitement the first time that I found out (Participle). It was going to be my first big trip with my mom’s boyfriend who is now my dad. This was a trip that was holding such a big surprise at the end of it.