The Co-roner: A Short Story

She carried on to the master bedroom where her mother(if she were even entitled to that name after leaving her with Hank) slept peacefully, blissfully unaware of what would soon happen to her new family. Nostalgia taking her out of the moment, she stood, feeling vulnerable as she had the night she witnessed her mother get tossed around like a rag doll. A jolt of self contempt passed through her as she realized if she killed her slowly like she intended to, she would be following in the footsteps of her father. She sat in the moonlit room listening to the chorus of breaths fill the room. She had to decide her new plan, and fast enough to avoid the police.

In the text, it says,” I can feel myself shrinking right there in front of her. But I can’t bring myself to tell my mother that I think I understand how I made Abuela feel. I might be sent into the old lady’s room to apologize, and it’s not easy to admit you’ve been a jerk—at least, not right away with everybody watching. So I just sit there not saying anything” (Cofer 19). Although, she does feel resentful for what she did, she cannot get herself to apologize.

My mother had her demons. Things of her past would keep her up at night, and at times I would hear her sobbing, incoherently babbling about a man named Tom. She would forget these night terrors by morning, I learned that after one particularly horrid night that I had spent by her side comforting her. I asked her about it the next morning, and she had no recollection of the previous night’s events, or at least that is what she led me to believe. From an early age, I knew not to ask her about the man named Tom, or the blood would drain from her already pale face and she’d spend the next few hours locked in her room.

What possibly could’ve happened? As I stumbled into my old house at 11:00, my parents bombarded me with questions about my disappearance. I shrugged them off and headed up to my bedroom, questions racing through my mind. Even when my sister desired to play outside with me that evening, I ignored her, desperately trying to reach the pleasant comfort of my bed to think about what happened to Rick.

REPORTER: The reporter/Social Worker (Carolyn) called to report abuse or neglect for the victim, Jessie. Jessie suffers from severe dementia, and she needs assistance with her daily ADL’s. The reporter said on Saturday (10/03/2015), the victim fell while trying to get up on her bedside commode. The reporter said Melinda (daughter) found the victim on the floor and put her back in the bed.

Then the doctor said, “That is because your back is broken, and you might not be able to play in the NFL amy more”. Christine just looked at her being shocked. The doctor said” you will be fine”. A month has passed and it is time for Christine to go home. Christine did not know what to do, so she was thinking what to do.

There are many vulnerable populations in the book “Just Mercy” by Bryan Stevenson, They all affected me in different ways. Out of all the populations Woman in jail had the most significance to me. One of the women in the book named Marsha, was pregnant with her seventh child. One day she was feeling ill and decided to take a warm bath to relax in the tub. The family didn’t tell anyone about her stillbirth and they keep a burial for the baby that only included the people who lived in their home.

Theme for “Lusus Naturae” Rejection can make one feel alone, helpless, and out of place, and it’s a feeling that can make someone feel like they are no good, or that they aren’t worthy of a good life. All throughout the story, we are given examples of how the young girl is shamed and rejected. She was never accepted for who she was and this made her do things, sometimes extreme to help out her family. She knew she would never fit in, and her actions proved just that.

Angelina stated if she is sad and something is bothering her she can talk to her mother. Angelina reported that she often gets a lot of head and stomach

My oldest brother woke me up at 4:00! Trajan and I had a doctor’s appointment at 5:00. I was super grumpy, sleepy, and for some odd reason I was upset. I told her to reschedule, and I didn’t feel remorse! My mom and Trajan were in the van by now, I was in my room in my bed, trying to go back to sleep.

Esther does not feel sympathy for anything though, and later admits that she hates her mother. While this may seem selfish, I do understand Esther’s way of thinking. I have also had problems with my mother throughout my life. These problems are not caused by a simple fight, but they are caused from years of abuse. Esther endured emotional abuse from her mother, and so did I. Esther has talked about never receiving the support or the love that she needed from her mother.

I couldn’t recall that I made a mistake in the past days, but still, I was feeling worried and scared as all kids do. I went to the dining room trying to figure out what was going on. I could see the sadness in her eyes, a sign that there was a problem. She told me that she has been keeping a secret for a long time, but it is time for me to find out the truth. I thought that she is getting divorced or something of that sort

Fixing the Disorders in Life: Death Disorder can be experiences by numerous people in numerous ways—vicious or innocuous—but I experienced disorder in the most fatal way: the death of a parent. Disorder, to me, is when an event changes the way you live and view your life; while in the process of change, turmoil persists. On July 1st, 2010, my mother, spending hours outside, received the most appalling phone call. Not thinking anything of it, I stayed in my room chatting with a friend on my new Facebook account; however, I knew subconsciously that something in the atmosphere was off. When my mother reluctantly walked into my room, I knew what she would say without any context: my father had passed away.

Kate Chopin’s The Story of an Hour is a story about Mrs. Mallard who was not happy woman with the standards of the time. The story of an Hour was written in the early 1990s, at that time period man treated ladies as a bit of property. In this story Mrs. Mallard heard a news that her husband has been killed in an accident. Mrs. Mallard cries so badly before she go to her room.

Cannon Hall 3rd Hour Don ‘Butch’ Hall I never was really close with my grandfather. I’ve pretty much lived in Utah my whole life. I was born in Richland, Washington, but I have no memories of living there because my family moved here, to Utah, when I was two. The majority of my family, from both my mother’s and my father’s side, live in the northwest.