“Sweetie, we have to hurry and get to the airport before we miss our flight. You need to get in the car now,” my mom told me with a very mad look on her face. The reason she was mad at me was because she had to keep telling me to get in the car. My mom and I finally jumped in the car along with my older brother. We were going all the way to Texas to visit my grandparents for a few days. Once we got to my grandma’s house we were greeted by my two grandparents. “Awe you two have grown so much!” Grandma said opening her arms for a hug. I headed right to the kitchen after I hugged both of my grandparents. Their kitchen is always filled with tons of delicious junk food. I stuffed my face with so much food that my stomach eventually started …show more content…
I heard the sound of an ax hitting a tree. My first thought was that the man with an ax is going to kill me. I tried waking up my cousin, Lex, who was sleeping right next to me. Every time I tried she wouldn’t even move a tiny bit. I suddenly started crying because I was so scared. I finally got the courage to get out of the tent to see who it was making the sound. I opened my tent very slowly and was surprised to see my grandma holding an ax. It was quite odd to see a very old lady holding an ax, but she looked like she didn’t have any problems holding it up. “Um, what are you doing grandma?” I asked …show more content…
“But….Why?” I asked her right after. “It would make this whole night even more fun more me!” she replied. I was so relieved that it was just my grandma. I’m surprised I didn’t even think it was my grandma making the sound of an ax hitting a tree because she is always pulling pranks on me and my brother. After that, I went straight back to the tent and had a very restful night. That night I learned to never believe something someone says unless I know for a fact it is the truth. The next morning I had to go back home with my mom and brother. It was a great weekend spending time with my
On the way home, my mom asks me, “Why did you have your arm behind your back the whole time
Car Accident! The world would be more beautiful if their less or few car accidents. Now a days car accidents happens daily and sometimes they leave a big scratch in the heart if it end up by a death or a serious injury. Also, many thinks they are smart enough that they wont get into a accident because of their tricks in driving but in the end they find them self in a accident.
...d my sister screaming my name. I got out of the golf-cart and thanked the man and went to our little black rental car, where my dad was getting my little brother into his car seat. When we got to the car, I explained to everyone what had happened, still out of breath, and my dad said, “Wait, you were lost?” He did not even notice I was gone.
I was interupted by a man who cleared his throat. I turned around to see what was going on, he growled so I turned back around. I was now terrified. I noticed that my father had fallen to the back of the pack I was curious as to why he did such a thing. I was finding the trip very difficult as my legs hurt when I took a step. I heard the same man clear his throat I looked behind me and I saw his machete unsheathed and raised in the air, I knew this was not going to end well for me. The man slashed at me with his machete. The pot I was holding fell and broke. I was running to my father and while I was doing so I cried, “My father, they have killed me!” as approached him Okonkow, my father slashed at me with his machete.
The night after my mom came home, my parents, sisters, and I watched one last movie together. It was great, spending time with my family, but most importantly with my mom. I will cherish every minute I spent with her.
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
not on the outside. All I wanted to do was find someone, get a story,
I arrived at my grandma’s house in bewilderment. The smell of flavored pork and freshly made red sauce wafted out of the windows and rose with the sound of laughter. The family was already there: all four of my aunts elbow deep into bowls of chicken, pork, sauces; my cousins and a couple of uncles with rolled up sleeves spreading
I slowly opened the front door -- the same old creak echoed its way throughout the old house, announcing my arrival just seconds before I called out, "Grandma!" She appeared around the corner with the normal spring in her steps. Her small but round 5'1" frame scurried up to greet me with a big hug and an exclamation of, "Oh, how good to see you." It was her eighty-fifth birthday today, an amazing feat to me, just part of everyday life to her. The familiar mix of Estee Lauder and old lotion wafted in my direction as she pulled away to "admire how much I've grown." I stopped growing eight years ago, but really, it wasn't worth pointing this fact out. The house, too, smelled the same as it's ever smelled, I imagine, even when my father and his brothers grew up here more than forty years ago -- musty smoke and apple pie blended with the aroma of chocolate chip cookies. The former was my grandfather's contribution, whose habit took him away from us nearly five years ago; the latter, of course, comes from the delectable delights from my grandmother's kitchen. Everything was just as it should be.
My mom had been going to school in Greeley and staying at my Aunt Margaret's house . She had been away for two weeks and wanted to come home for the Fourth of July weekend. My mom had suggested that I go back with her and visit colleges, shop, go to movies and just spend time together. I had been feeling pretty sorry for myself since she had been gone. I had been working alot as a maid and helping my dad run the house, I was getting very irritated with my siblings as I felt that I was the only family member doing my part to help my dad. I was really excited to have a week with my mom to myself. The whole ride over we were talking about what I wanted to do that week. Making plans and having "me time" seemed very important at the time.
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
Finally, like at 11:00 pm we got home and were exhausted, but really happy. I was working by the time, and started my Monday as usually, full of work and stress. When I came home, my mom told me Yessica, my aunt, was no feeling good and went to the hospital. I did not pay a lot of attention because I
The pick-up bounced jarringly down the old dirt road. The driver sat up straight in the front seat, checking over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure that her cargo hadn't fallen out.
It was no later than we went to bed and it was soon Saturday morning and we were up and ready for the day. My mom and I headed into the small town to see what they had and afterward to the big city. After we
Then my dad rang my sister and organised for us to be picked up at the