The secret room The afternoon was hot and dry, the winds were still. It felt as if the whole village had been deserted. The only sound one could hear was the sound of the birds, not a pleasing sound though, just sound. I and grandmother had just arrived from the farm, the October heat made the farm work not easy for us; it nearly wrecked grandmother’s weak bones. Our gallon of water had also run empty so, we promised ourselves to come back early the next day. The idea of rising up early for the farm work scared us. We were not scared of the dark but, the rumour which was going on around the village. The villagers believed that some people were turning into hyenas in order to steal goats at night. I never believed it though; people in our village were very superstitious. I wondered how a person could change into two forms in the same night. Hyenas or not we had no choice; we had to prepare the land for the November rains. Most of the families had already prepared their lands and planted the seeds with the first rain but, I and grandmother were left behind because of her health. Although we had our doubts about the rains coming in good amount, we had to prepare the lands anyway. The weather people on the radio had assured us that …show more content…
She had taken care of me since I lost my parents to a fire accident that claimed their lives; I was only 8 years then, now I am nineteen. My grandmother used to be a happy woman; she never bothered about how life mistreated her. She made up her mind to live the remaining of her days happy no matter what. My grandmother was also not an ordinary woman; she had knowledge of traditional medicine. This made people in our village love her, and with all their sicknesses they came to my grandmother to heal them. People in our village hated western medicine therefore the presence or absence of the medical officer never had an impact on
She never graduated from the third grade. Yet she's managed to travel the world, raising 6 kids and 10 grand kids and many great-grand children. Not to mention she could make the best banana pudding. I've known my sweet granny all my life. She was a nurturing soul.
The following night we had caught our grandpa talking “alone” to something behind a bush, he always went out at night claiming that he’s only going to witness the sunset but it’s not true, he stood near that bush and talked a quarter past 9. October 20, 2015 my friend and I planned to sneak out at midnight and witness this mysterious monster, I made sure to tell my grandpa that I would be staying over the night at my friend’s house, he hesitated for a bit, but agreed and insisted to not set foot outside a quarter past 9. I agreed of coursed, and hugged him goodbye – looking over his shoulder I saw a photo of my grandpa and grandma I noticed her heart shaped tattoo with the initial “J’ on her collar bone, I smiled and pulled away from the embrace. Later that night, we got out through the back door at my friend’s house and sprinted to my house.
What is Hospice? What do we as people think of when we mention the word, Hospice? “Bereavement” in other words that is not always a true statement. I now been with Hospice going on three years; June 17 2016. I have taken care of most of the patients I have had since day one as yes’ there are long term patients not short term.
There is simplicity about her, one that a lot of grandmothers have. She has a smile that can instantly ease any worries or uncertainty. She uses that smile quite often. Only being in her late fifty’s, she doesn’t look old or fatigued, but lively and happy. She looks very gentle and inviting—because she is.
After marriage, my husband’s grandmother became gravely ill, and we went to visit her on her final day. Gramma opened her eyes, gazed at me then turned to my husband and said: “she
Genius Hour 2 Writing Prompt: When in your life have you experienced incorrect perceptions causing misunderstandings and strife (as the victim or the perpetrator)? How was the situation handled, how should it have been handled, and how could it have been prevented? 5 paragraphs Introduction Give broad background information (I should understand what the question is without you re-writing it) to get the reader interested. Address ALL aspects of the writing prompt.
I was constantly depressed, and crying myself to sleep knowing that I didn’t say goodbye to her, that she wouldn’t be there for my quinceanera. My grandmother was the person that influenced my parents into coming to America, and finding a future for me, a better education, and opportunities, things I would never achieve in Cuba. My mom would always tell me to study hard, and keep moving forward because my grandmother would always ask about me and how i’m doing in school, as well as to keep pursuing my dreams. At school I was able to focus on my work with the help of my friends.
I wrote this essay because I wanted to know how my grandma's life influences mine, and I wanted my readers to know that even the differences could become one's inspiration and supports. At first, I had a hard time to pick a role model, because I had so many of them that I didn't know which one would be suitable to write about. However, after reading Raymond Carver, Mentor, I thought I could write about people who are close to me. For this reason, I chose my grandma. While I was writing this essay, what’s interesting was I realized that my grandma's life is completely different from mine.
The clock keeps ticking, and the house continues to move through its normal routines. Each hour that passes is just a painful reminder that the family is gone. They will never enjoy another day in their house. The nursery walls “took shape: yellow giraffes,... [and] lilac panthers” and they made noises (2).
Growing up with my grandma, there was never a day where I didn’t feel loved by her. When I would be over at her house, she always made sure I wasn’t hungry, and when I was, she went out of her way to cook for me. If we were out in the streets together, she would always ask me what I wanted to eat and got me exactly that. There was not a birthday I had, that she didn’t get me a present or a birthday card. Every valentines, she would give me a box of chocolates.
Coping with the loss of someone or something you love is one of life’s biggest challenges. Often, the pain of loss can feel overwhelming. You may experience all kinds of difficult and unexpected emotions, from shock or anger to disbelief, guilt, and profound sadness. The pain of grief can also disrupt your physical health, making it difficult to sleep, eat, or even think straight. These are normal reactions to significant loss.
There was no chattering or chirping of birds; no growling of bears and no chuckling of contented otters; instead, the clearing lay desolate and still, as though it never wished to be turned into day. The only occupants were rodents and spiders who had set their home in the dank, forgotten shack. From its base, dead, brown grass reached out, all the way to the edge of the tree-line, unable to survive in the perished, infertile soil that made up the foundations of the house. Bird houses and feeders swung still from the once growing apple trees, in the back garden, consigned to a life of
I am always feeling grateful. I have always had good health, I have always had a roof over my head and shoes on my feet. I 'm blessed with a family that since always they have put me and my needs before themselves and their needs. My family and I we come from property and we are not ashamed of it. All the money my parents and grandparent made was for me, to feed me, to buy me clothing and toys.
My teacher tribute is a important person in my life my father he's a wise man very talented in everything he does. He's a hard worker whose family come first he has green eyes always with a flat top type of look hair cut. Quite tall for his age still in great shape when ever I tell him he's old he replies,”I still feel like i'm 15 years young.” A great character he has knowing the right from wrong showing to be a good role model.
Princess Diana’s brother, Lord Spencer, in his eulogy, expounds on the many great qualities Princess Diana possessed. Spencer’s purpose is to honor the memory of his sister while exposing the great person she was, contrary to what the media said. He enacts this by utilizing a proud tone, pathos, and sentimental diction in order to portray not the Diana known by the world, but the Diana he knew. Spencer begins his eulogy by flattering his sister using a proud tone. He states that she was the very “essence of compassion, of duty, of style, of beauty.”