In the “Diary of Anne Frank” Anne says “I’m trying. Really I am. Every night I think back over all of the things I did that day that were wrong… lie putting the wet mop in Mr. Dussel’s bed… and this thing now with Mother, I say to myself, that was wrong. I make up my mind, I’m never going to do that again!... I have a nicer side, Father… a sweeter, nicer side.
The father from “Night” ‘heard’ his child breathing when he woke up, even if her wife was breathing hard. He stands up to go to his child room and check him, but it was empty. It is said in the story: “This happened every night, like a dream, but not”. We could say about this that the father was fantasizing about his kid because he misses him a lot. Besides, at the story “Night”, it is said: “Worry grew up between them like a son (…)”.
I kept hearing mom say, "Yes, it 's true" and "He is". When dad came home, I was sitting at the table waiting to eat. Mom had told me "papaw 's sick and won 't be coming tonight." When dad came home he asked, " do you know what 's going on?" "No," I answered.
I had just woken from one of my short dream in the happenings of insomnia. My mother had rushed into my dully painted grey bedroom and explained the news, but not the news that shows on the television every morning— this was something different, an event never spoken of. “I have to go pick up my friend Robert. Make sure to feed your brothers and yourself as well, the food is in the kitchen waiting,” said my mother rushing out the door. “Wait, mom!
Lucy shivered in fright she shut the curtains to her window and run back to her bed. She hid under the covers for about an hour after that she kept hearing the boom of the scarecrow's feet on the pavement outside. she finally got back to sleep when she woke up she ran down stairs her mother and her friend was sitting on the couch her mother's friends name was Tiffany. Tiffany said Jacobs missing. the cops are trying to say that he ran away she continues to cry.
Throughout my childhood, my dad shared many stories with me, and although many came and went from my mind by the time he was done telling them, there is one story that has always struck a chord with me. At the age of fourteen, my dad was patrolling the halls as a hall monitor at Nightingale Middle School in Los Angeles. Though his usual days consisted of the exhilarating task of doing nothing all day, this particular day took an interesting turn when found a girl, sitting alone in a corner and in tears. When he asked her what was wrong, she confessed that she had kissed a boy, which according to her mom, meant she was pregnant! Of course, after calming her down, my dad told her that she was not in fact pregnant and directed her to the library
Mama always dreamed that she will be in a show with her daughter Dee and Dee will be thanking mama of all what she’s done for her, but she knows it won’t happen. Maggie is smaller than Dee and she is always nerves and very shy, when she was a child their house got burned at that time she was very scared maybe that’s what makes her nerves and shy and that also hides her personality what she looks from the inside she hides it from the outside. Maggie lives at home with mama, she never spends time in the outer world she always stays at home and mama protects
From eating porridge together in the mornings to helping my mum clean his house, not a day went by I wasn 't in his company. This made it so much more difficult to come to terms with his death. The cloud of grief did not pass quickly and, to this day, I can still remember being in floods of tears at the funeral. There I was, sitting on my mum 's knee, tears streaming down my face, feeling as though nobody else cared as much as I because I was the only one in hysterics. In retrospect, I can see that everyone in the
Over a decade ago in the year of 2007, my family and I adopted our first family dog. Now trace back fifteen years to 2003; my mom loved dogs and wanted to adopt one, but the timing just wasn’t right. In fact, ever since she was a young girl the idea of having a furry canine companion attracted her, but her parents did not allow such a thing due to severe allergies in their family. It was not the right time. My mom was so passionate about dogs that her dream was to become a dog trainer, but her dad (my grandfather) ridiculed her and remarked that she could not make a living as a dog trainer.
Grandma Joan was born in February 1943 in a small town called Carthage South Dakota, she was born in her small home, on the country side of the town. Grandma Joan was born the youngest of all her siblings, so young that her siblings were all out of the house, on their own. Her parents were older, and didn 't like much comotion, her dad, great Grandpa, hated noise, the house never saw much clamor. A daily schedule for Grandma Joan was going to school, coming home, and occupying herself till dinner, after they eat dinner, then her and her parents would go to sleep.. This was my grandma 's routine every day.