That Day That day was the day I watched as tear drops flooded the town and could do nothing about it. That day the day I stood in silence and listened to cries of sorrow for hours. That day was the day I figured out that humans are fragile, and that loved ones could disappear in a second. It was seven years ago on June 9th, 2008, a perfect sunny day, not even a cloud in the sky to ruin the weather. I was only in fifth grade and school had just ended for summer. When I thought the days would be filled with fun and laughter, a sudden meltdown struck our family. The phone echoed throughout the house and sent chills down my spine. I watched as my father answered the phone and only listened to what the caller had to say. I had no clue that that …show more content…
They usually don’t talk in private like that; therefore, I suspected something was wrong. When they came out, my parents told us to get ready to go to my cousin, Aida’s, house. I wasn’t sure what happened but I felt a little relief that my parents came out of their room with a smile. They rushed us into the car and drove off in silence. My siblings and I wondered what happened and asked the most regretful question, “What happened?” asked Mk, my older sister. It took my mother a few seconds to respond to her. “Nhia got into a car accident.” she said as her voice trembled in fear. In that moment, I pictured the terrible accident in my head and felt a slight burning sensation inside. We all sat in silence as we were dropped off at my cousin’s place and watched as my parents drove off in a hurry. I remember praying for his survival. I turned around and knocked on my cousin’s door. We stood quietly outside and could hear the footsteps run towards us.
“Hey! Why are you guys here?” asked Aida as she opened the door. We didn’t know how to respond to the question and then Mk said, “Our parents dropped us off because they had to go somewhere.” Aida closed the door after we walked in. We just sat in the living room in silence. I didn’t know how to break the silence, but thankfully Aida and her sister, Hope, got us to
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Why did your parents drop you guys off?” I could feel a tear fighting its way out and would have won it I spoke. Instead, Mk said, “Nhia got into a car accident.” I could see Aida, Hope, and her brother’s face grew pale. They didn’t know what to say or what they should say. Aida finally broke the silence and said, “We should write letters to him and pray for his safety.” We all agreed and grabbed the papers, colored pencil, and scissors. We spent the next hour spilling our hearts onto the papers. Some of the papers had little drops of tears, while others were filled with words of love. Another idea came to Aida.
“We should burn these so he can will reach him in heaven.” she said. We believed her words and agreed to burn the letters. We had their brother, Duke, to help us start a fire in a grill outside. As the fire burn the wood in a lovely orange color, we read our letters one by one and threw the letters into the fire. I could feel a warm hug from the fire, but I wanted it to be Nhia himself. It was dark when we headed back inside after putting the fire out. We quietly sat in Hope’s room before hearing a sound. Ring! Ring! Our hearts stopped as we stared at the phone
She picked a seat in the way back, away from all the people. She silently stared out the window making a quiet list inside her head of all the things she had forgotten and all the people she remembered. Tears silently slid down her face as she remembered her aunt crying and cousins afraid of the dark in their house. She couldn’t do it anymore. It was the best for everyone she thought. Deep down though she knew how hard it would be for everyone to find out she was leaving. From her family’s tears, to the lady in the grocery store who was always so kind and remembered her name. She also knew how
...lt that being abandoned was the worst thing possible. With the help of their friends and each other, they learn that life goes on. It's not always easy to keep on living, but they understand they must, to keep their family and friends intact.
I shook my head, ashamed for invading my friends’ tragedies with memories I conjured up by their descriptions of them. I was still staring at Alice’s relaxed posture. The frown on her face was evident even while she rested unconscious with wrinkles near her seventeen year old eyes. I could still see the scar from stitches. Vesper shifted under the blankets on Alice’s couch. He was missing a father while Sebastian and I were missing a mother. But Alice was missing the two people that had given her life and left while she was living it. A trust fund was left in their
“Make sure you call us every week,” reminded his mom. And there was his dad looking at him, quiet but very proud. Then his mom started crying like it was the last time they were going to see each other, while his dad and sister hugged him goodbye. He realized that the next time they would see each other, his little sister would probably be his age. He was going to miss them, a lot. He knew then that a different chapter of his life had
“ Kate what is taking your sister so long?” Mom asked as I got in the car.
The edges of the bare counter almost punctured my clammy hands, sending a sharp pain up my arms; my legs trembled as I tried to keep myself upright as I stood among the rest of my family. Their faces remained sullen as they stood in a jagged line along the walls of the congested ICU room. Grandma sat next to Kristy, hands clenched around her daughter’s limp hand and her rosary, trying to find any guidance from God. Her eyes never left Kristy’s face, but Kristy’s son did not dare look upon her face, for it was too overbearing. Cody knelt on the floor with his head in his hands, he wept in the arms of our grandfather who held him in comfort even though his face remained somber. Kristy’s pale skin and emotionless face was something no one ever
parents, my brother, and I were about to leave for the day, my aunt spoke up for the first time in
to try to get out to help my kids and get out of the car I try to flip the car to help my unconscious husband flopped in the car. I asked Addison to help me flip the car back over I was losing so much blood I went unconscious and wake up to the beige room with flowers and family crying. I hold my daughter's hand, saying “take care of your siblings for me”. The next day I find out my husband is dead I cry with my kids ,I hear the sound of beeping sound all around us as if it was just me and my kids and the beeping sound.”
“Nothing happened, I was just thinking about our money and what we are going to do about the rent, I just don’t know what to do anymore.” he said as he started to shed a tear. My brother, sister, and I just looked at dad in such surprise since we had never seen him cry before. Then we heard the dog barking and a strange knock at the back door and wondered who could it be at 9:00 in the night. We all walked through the kitchen wearily and crowded at the back door when someone knocked on the door again. Dad wiped the tear from his eyes and opened the door. “Hello Mr. Stanson; you must be very cold in this rain, would you like
I guess my mother didn’t want to be interrupted from listening to her music because before I could even get a word out she answered with aggravation and assumed I was going to ask her when will my brother Anthony come back down stairs, so I can finish my paper. My brother comes back downstairs for about a minute after being asked to and then goes back upstairs to drink his
“Goodbye daddy.” Tears from Abraham dropped like raindrops onto his father’s casket. Four of his father’s brothers grabbed the handles on each corner of the casket, slowly picking it up and placing it into the hearse. As the hearse drove out of the driveway, Abraham’s mother fell down on to her knees, covered her face with both hands, and sobbed. Behind her, Sophia hugged Abraham explaining, “Daddy is in a happier place now. Mommy is going to be okay.”
On the day my father died, I remember walking home from school with my cousin on a November fall day, feeling the falling leaves dropping off the trees, hitting my cold bare face. Walking into the house, I could feel the tension and knew that something had happened by the look on my grandmother’s face. As I started to head to the refrigerator, my mother told me to come, and she said that we were going to take a trip to the hospital.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
The reckless driver hit us straight on, then “Bang!” a loud noise resonated through the air, and abruptly my body flew out and hit the pavement of the road. Everything around me was simply a white haze for a few seconds after the impact. My body felt extremely heavy and the sharp pain throbbed throughout my face and body. Lying there on the rough asphalt, I faintly heard my mom and Carrie call out to me, “Sydney! Sydney! Are you okay? Answer me! Sydney!” I wanted I speak up and answer them, nonetheless, it was useless, my voice just wouldn’t make a sound. The desperation in Carrie’s and my mom’s voices reverberated to me across from where I was lying. My mom frantically ran up to my side and hugged me tightly in her arms. Blood was squirting out of her pinky, where the top of her finger had been severed. The places where my mom’s tears fell, stung my wounds, nevertheless, it was nothing compared to each little movements that caused the pains to electrify through my body severely. Every second was hell, the pain was just utterly agonizing and tormenting. Whether it was due to the pain or the exhaustion my body suffered, my mind slowly drifted off and I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. As my eyes gradually closed, the blazing siren seemed to have grown louder little by
It was looking like a long day and my cousins had come around for something but I couldn’t be bothered to think why. I was sitting on my black reptile looking sofa as my cousin Sherjeel ca...