This is the day I thought, just after waking up from only a few hours of sleep. I had stayed up until 2am with my friends the night/morning before, even though my plane left at 5:10am. I was nervous and even though I had already packed, overpacked, my suitcase I was still running around grabbing last minute items; that shirt I forgot to grab, one more perfume, my electric toothbrush. I didn’t know how long I was going to be gone, so I couldn’t seem to get enough stuff. My bags were so stuffed that I actually had to tie my vans to my purse, which was well over packed, and I couldn’t add anything to my suitcase because it already weighted 46 pounds and the weight limit is 50 pounds. My aunt, whom was already awake in the living room drinking her coffee and talking on the phone, was going to drop me off at the airport. Who she was talking to at 4:15am is beyond me, but she quickly finished her conversation when she saw me standing in the hall. We grabbed my bags, loaded them into the car, and we were ready to go. My aunt was teary eyed the whole drive there, both of us thinking about my niece, Audrey. She wasn’t even two at the time, not for another month, and she had already been through so much. My aunt pulled into the drop off area and we said our goodbyes. I had only been on a plane once before, two weeks prior but this time was different because I was alone. Cautious of my surroundings, I walked through St. Louis Airport and made my way through all of the checks, finally finding the designated area for my flight to Denver, Colorado. I still had time to spare, but none of the stores were open yet. Actually, the whole airport seemed pretty dead besides a few other people walking around and some lady sleeping in a nearby chair.... ... middle of paper ... ... how I had to give up everything to come out here for her, how my mom had to do the same, how my sister could let her boyfriend do something like that, how she could lie for him so easily when he almost killed their daughter. My mind wouldn’t stop, not until I saw her. My baby girl, being rolled back in the room on her bed looked so pitiful. Her cheeks scabbed up so badly, from what they believe to be duck tape, her head shaved almost bald, not only from the surgery, but from her father. She was shaking, and she stuttered when she spoke with her sad voice. She had never had a stutter before, it sounded more like she was scared to say anything, everything was hard to come out. I wanted to do anything and everything I could for her to make her happy. I am her Aunt Bert and she is my Audrey and I will continue to show her love like she’s my own child until the day I die.
I had never seen such affection and care as I did from my family. After all the goodbyes, we made our way into the airport. I held on tight to my rolling suitcase as I walked to my future and I will never forget the love and support that stood there weeping. After waiting in the airport for over two hours, the plane finally arrived. I was sitting in my airplane seat slowly anticipating to see my mom that I hadn’t seen for six years. I remember the first day that I came to America. Getting out of that airplane exhausted and not being able t o walk because I had been sitting in the plane for 24 hours. I was in the Phoenix airport, looking around nervously in a peculiar place filled with strange people. But, the moment I saw my Mom and my family, I was serene once again.
I had just walked into Annie’s room to find her screaming in pain. I ran to find the supervising nurse and rushed back to comfort Annie. Shortly after, the nurse came, fed Annie her medications, and walked out. Not a word was said. But I knew Annie was afraid, confused, upset; managing deep pain in her body. I knew she did not want to be alone, so I stayed beside her for a while, holding her hand until she fell asleep, telling her she would be okay. ================
It had been a cold, snowy day, just a few days after Thanksgiving. My grandmother became immensely ill and unable to care for herself. We knew she had health problems but her sudden turn for the worst was so unexpected and therefore we weren’t prepared for the decisions that had to be made and the guilt we would feel. Where would grandma live? Would she be taken care of? So many concerns floated around. A solution was finally found and one that was believed to be the best or so we thought.
I charged ahead into the airport, ready to fly to my new home, when i was struck with the sudden realization that I hadn’t packed something very important to me, my blanket.
I can still remember that small enclosed, claustrophobic room containing two armed chairs and an old, brown, paisley print couch my dad and I were sitting on when he told me. “The doctors said there was little to no chance that your mother is going to make it through this surgery.” Distressed, I didn’t know what to think; I could hardly comprehend those words. And now I was supposed to just say goodbye? As I exited that small room, my father directed me down the hospital hallway where I saw my mother in the hospital bed. She was unconscious with tubes entering her throat and nose keeping her alive. I embraced her immobile body for what felt like forever and told her “I love you” for what I believed was the last time. I thought of how horrific it was seeing my mother that way, how close we were, how my life was going to be without her, and how my little sisters were clueless about what was going on. After saying my farewells, I was brought downstairs to the hospital’s coffee shop where a million things were running
After he had sat with her, he got up and walked away to stand near the door. I sat in the chair next to her bed and the first thing I did was grab her hand, I dropped my head down because I knew our time was coming close to being done, what no one understands is how much of an impact she had on my life. There may have been an 83 year age difference between her and I, but she was my mentor, my story teller, my care provider, she gave me the best advice, she cooked the best food, she was the one I always aimed to make proud, but most of all she was my best friend. “It’s okay to cry, sweetie” said my dad. I didn’t want to cry though, that’s not what grandma would have wanted, but I couldn’t help it, I started to cry a little. How was my dad not crying yet? How could he stay so strong, he was much closer to her than I was, but somehow he managed to stay strong throughout all of it. I sat by her for probably 15 minutes holding her hand, I stood up, hugged her, whispered into her ear “I love you great grandma and I’ll see you when I get there”, I kissed her cheek and turned to leave the room. My dad was standing behind me and I walked into his arms and started crying, I couldn’t handle knowing that this could be the last time that I
Have you ever wondered sitting on a chair at the height of 45,000 feet is safest way to travel? Yes, travelling through airplane is seven times safer than travelling through car and even walking on roads. But, though it is safest way, but it doesn’t mean that it is most comfortable and friendly way.
Langston Hughes uses poetic elements to express the reader his feelings towards America. Langston Hughes is very upset that America is not what it promised to be. Living in America, he never saw America to be the land of the free, what it promised to be. Instead, he saw America to be cruel to him and now wants to change America to be the country of the free he thought it was. He expresses all his emotion about America, in his poem, Let America Be America Again, by using connotative diction, repetition, narrative tone and organization; poetic elements.
October 20, 2007, the day that I’m going to say goodbye to my hometown. I was born and raised in Philippines by my grandparents for sixteen years. It is heart-breaking to think that I will not see them anymore like how I used to. I was 16 years old, and it will be my first time to travel with my big brother in the airplane. Our trip from Philippines to Virginia is approximately about 18-20 hours. It is not a direct flight, so we have to change plane three times, and it is a long trip for us. I was crying the whole time when we were in the airplane. As soon as we reach our last destination which is the Washington D.C., we have no way of communicating with my mom and auntie because we have no cellphones. I was hesitant to
She left her house with a radiant smile and that same smile continued as I watched her open the door to the car with my father firmly entrenched in the driver's seat. They were on their way to buy a tire for her car which so happened to be three miles from our home. Time crawled along at snails pace and eventually my brothers and myself wondered where my father and godmother were. Within an instant my mother screamed for me and I ran to her as if my life depended on it. Instead my life was not in the balance it was my godmother who had lost hers. Instantly shattered and numb I was afraid to ask the next question but my mother eased my ...
Nancy was only four years old when her grandmother died. Her grandmother had a big lump on the lower right hand side of her back. The doctors removed it, but it was too late. The tumor had already spread throughout her body. Instead of having a lump on her back, she had a long stitched up incision there. She couldn’t move around; Nancy’s parents had to help her go to the bathroom and do all the simple things that she use to do all by herself. Nancy would ask her grandmother to get up to take her younger sister, Linh, and herself outside so they could play. She never got up. A couple of months later, an ambulance came by their house and took their grandmother away. That was the last time Nancy ever saw her alive. She was in the hospital for about a week and a half. Nancy’s parents never took them to see her. One day, Nancy saw her parents crying and she have never seen them cry before. They dropped Linh and her off at one of their friend’s house. Nancy got mad because she thought they were going shopping and didn’t take her with them.
We cried together, hugged one another, and helped each other. We all traveled to her room and saw that the door was closed. Nobody dared to go inside since her husband was still in there. Eventually, he opened the door. His eyes a pinkish red, and bags from not getting any sleep. Close family members filed in. Terrie’s daughter came back and told me that I could come in. I saw her body, still and peaceful. She told me that it was good that she’s not here because now she is painless and has hair. I slowly walked over on the right side of the bed. I stroked her hand and kissed her soft
As I was climbing in I looked over and the pilot now holding the suitcases asked my mom, “is this all they will need for the trip?”
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
The stewardess then directed me towards the back, away from the cockpit. I looked at my ticket and at what seat I'd be sitting in. I had to duck in and around people putting their luggage into the upper compartments and look for my number on the back of my seat that matched my ticket stamp. As I walked past one of the windows, I glanced out and saw the right wing. It somehow gave me reassurance that I'd be fine and I'd soon be having the time of my life. "I'll soon be in the air."