Personal Narrative: My Mom's Typology

Which is why I was not surprised to feel the same emotion of frustration as I read each of them. In both of the stories, the wolf beats Red to her grandma’s house, and then eats her grandma before getting into the bed. So when Red arrives, the wolf is pretending to be her grandma. Despite all of the observations that Red picks up on, she still does not realize that it is not her grandma, but the wolf. The Grimm brothers’ write that as “she went to the bed and pulled back the curtains.

She questions “who knows it, when none can call our power to account?”(5.1.40-41). The fact that she is questioning whether people know what she has done shows that people probably do know. She blames Macbeth because he upset everything “with this starting”(5.1.47). She is being consumed by the guilt that her “hands ne’er be clean?”(5.1.45). The “smell of the blood” haunts her and nothing will “sweeten this little hand”(5.1.53-55).

I used the colors red and gold similar to the cover of the book. *In chapter two, An-Mei’s “Scar” is the symbol for the story. A tragic event happened when An-Mei or (Mei-Mei) was nine years old. Popo (An-Mei 's grandmother) and An-Mei’s mother are fighting in the kitchen about Mei-Mei and who she should live with. While fighting Mei-Mei’s mother goes to reach for her but instead accidentally pours hot soup on to Mei-Mei’s neck.

Working for Hilly, Minny experienced lots of humiliation. Once, when the tornado hit Jackson, her toilet outside was ruined. Hilly’s mother told her to go to the inside one, but Hilly was against it. As soon as she heard Minny flushing the toilet, she fired her. The next day, Minny called Aibileen and told her that she went to Hilly’s house and “got her back” because she was telling everybody that Minny steals.

Waking up on a Sunday morning was routine, each Sunday I’d get up at Seven-thirty in the morning and get dressed. Running around last minute trying to get makeup on I realized my sister wasn 't even out of bed yet. So heading over to her room, I found her with the bed covers over her face. I remember pestering my sister to get up and finally she flipped over the covers. Achieving the goal of waking her up, I turned around to leave the room when she said, “I crashed the car.” My first thought was exactly what, “what did you say?” Pulling her face into the mattress she muffled and said, “I snuck out and accidentally crashed the car and left it there.” It sounded too good to be true and immediately I checked out the garage.

I was winning (at least I think I was), running faster than my sisters. Then, all too quickly, BAM! I was sprawled flat on my face, my hands and feet laid out, just hard ground beneath my stunned body, my hand sliced on a shard of broken bottle. I screamed bloody murder all the way to the emergency room. My mom tried to comfort me to no avail; I was a blubbering, hysterical mess.

I only heard stories but my mother’s grandmother on her mother’s side was a cold and numb woman, especially cold mother, no affection was giving towards my grandmother which laid the foundation for how my grandmother would raise my mother and her two sisters, which eventually trickle down to me and how I handled the responsibility of motherhood. The women on my mother’s side have difficulties expressing emotions and showing love by affection, it was more important to take care of the home, to clean and to cook then to worry about your children’s emotional well-being. I look back and I wonder what happened to my great grandmother, was she raised that way or was the impact of being young girl during WW1 losing her father and then had to live through WW2 raising two daughters while her husband went off to war and became a prisoner of war? Did WW2 affect my grandmother who still to this day tells me stories about the sirens and how scared she was when she had to hide and find shelter in church basements? Rebuilding Germany after the war was hard on both my father’s

I was covered in dirt, mud, and grass. When my mom asked me how it went and what happened, I thought about lying to her. Of course, my conscience got the best of me. I explained to her what happened. She was not angry, but she was upset that I had to go through all that trouble.

In the story Ashputtle she has two stepsisters which is the same as in Cinderella. In both stories both of the stepsisters are very mean to Ashputtle/Cinderella. In the story Ashputtle they said to her, “Get into the kitchen where you belong!” They took away her fine clothes and gave her an old gray dress and wooden shoes to wear. In Cinderella her stepsisters came to her tore off her pearl necklace and ripped apart her dress, both stories the stepsisters hated Ashputtle/Cinderelle. So this would be a similarity between the two stories.

The scariest most painful thing that has ever happned to me was in kindergarden when I broke my arm. Me and my cousin, Taylnn were at my grandparents house when it happned. Taylnn and I were fooling around and she jumped from the tall dresser to the bed. Being her little cousin I looked up to her and wanted to try to jump from the dresser to the bed just like she did. So, She slowly helped me get on top of the dresser.

One day, Mrs. Ashley, Elizabeth, and Elizabeth sister, Lizzy, were in the kitchen when Mrs. Ashley got mad at Lizzy. In her frustration, Mrs. Ashley swung a burning hot shovel at Lizzy. Elizabeth acted quickly, putting out her arm to protect Lizzy. She was hit and she was probably in a tremendous amount of pain. The burn was severe, and lasted her whole life.

When she had an serious injury in the hospital, and she totally forgot about all the things before the accident, all the things he knew was her parent told her, she was curious about what they said, she wanted to find out by herself. She didn’t just lie on the bed and do nothing, she was trying to regain her memory. Even though she didn’t know it is good or bad, she tried many methods to find out what actually happened in the accident. Another main character in the story is Libby’s mother, the thing I don’t like about her is she didn’t tell the truth to her daughter, and lied to her. Libby’s mother lied to Libby that Libby hit someone who has been seriously injured, and Libby’s mother knew that that person is Libby’s friend Kasey.

The mom threw a plate at the dad. The mom missed and stuck the child (Jesslynn) in the forehead. The child was injured severely. The ambulance came and took her to Laurel Hospital. The child went to South Mississippi Medical Center.

His unreasonable response to this rumor is to loudly enter the small apartment and wake the two ladies occupying the home. Phillip pulls Melanie out of the comforts of her bed and drags her into the bathroom, shutting the door, and leaving their toddler daughter to scream and cry on the other side. Each hit and kick to Melanie’s face and body is just punishment

I awoke with a jolt to a loud thunderous boom. It was the middle of a hurricane and a tree had just fallen through the roof of my bedroom. I sprinted out to find my family and we all gathered in the bedroom closet with flashlights, cans of soup, bottled water, blankets and pillows. We were prepared for a long night. As I sat there on the floor shivering with fright, I realized there was nothing I could do but wait.