A Moment of Shock-Personal Narrative I ring the doorbell at my friend shazia's house while balancing my bookbag on one shoulder. This is one of the many days when my childhood friend Shazia and I have decided to study together for our upcoming semester finals Today the only difference is that we are studying at her house where there is always a lot of commotion because of her younger siblings. But I did not mind because I know Shazia is stuck babysitting her five year old brother, Hussein and three year old sister, Ailia due to her mom’s unexpected pregnancy; because of complications that had occurred her mom had to go to California for delivery. This had left Shazia who was always dependent on her mother incharge of everything. The door is opened hurriedly after three to four rings by a tired looking Shazia, she motions me to follow her to the kitchen where I see that she is trying to cook lunch for her brother and sister. A second later the house is filled with Shazia’s sister Ailia voice shouting “mom, mom”, subconsciously calling her mom while her brother Hussein is chasing her all over the house. After a lot of shouting by Shazia, Ailia and Hussein finally sit on the table to have their lunch. Looking at Shazia watching over her siblings, taking care of them and making them eat food in a way reminds me of a mom taking care of her children. Just then the phone rings and immediately Shazia, Hussein and Ailia run to get the phone saying, “it’s mom, it’s mom,” Shazia being the oldest gets the phone first and immediately her face brightens listening to her mom’s voice on the other end. To my surprise Shazia acts totally different with her mom on the phone, she tells her that everything is fine and her brother and sister are behaving very well, she does not want her mom to take any tension while she is having a baby. She hangs up excitedly telling her brother and sister that they will have a baby that they can play with very soon while telling me that her mom was about to leave for the hospital because of labor pains. We both pray silently in our hearts for Shazia's mom to be fine, the only thing that really bothered me in the back of my mind was why did her mom have to go to California for delivery?
On an ordinary day, Leslie opens the main door of her house, when she walked inside she saw her mom and sister Islla sitting on the coach. Islla was crying, and Leslie ask her “What happened?’ Why you crying?’”. Islla told her that she is pregnant and that she wants to keep the baby even if her boyfriend will be against the baby, but she will need to drop out from her University. In a few minutes of thinking, Leslie decided and told her sister “You don’t need to drop out I will help you to babysit with my nephew.”
First, there is the setting of a strict military like boarding school where the students, all females, are craving the love and affection that they are missing from their family. One particular student, Manuela von Meinhardis, had just recently joined the school after the recent death of her mother. She is particularly vulnerable to the love and care that is provided by the only caring teacher in the school, Fraulein von Bernburg.
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
Isa was a happy six year-old who had all of her parents’ love and affection. And one special friend, Lael. Isa and Lael were neighbours and best friends since they could walk and talk. Unfortunately, things started to go downhill in Lael’s life as his parents spent less and less time with him. But Isa gave
One of my earliest childhood memories was when I broke a bone.That was the second bone I had ever broken. Breaking a bone is one of the most painful things you will ever experience in life.
A woman was huddled in the corner of a house, a knife in one hand and a baby in another. The baby was crying, and there was a look of terror on the woman's face. Suddenly, a banging sound made the woman's head jerk up. An inhuman scream followed, causing the woman to grip the knife tighter.
She walks up the stairs. The house is very noisy. The music is so loud that the floor vibrates. The smoke alarm is off and the little girl is coughing and sneezing. The living room looks cloudy. “What’s burning? What is up? Whose jacket is this?” Linette asks hanging her bag. “What has come over my son, God?” She asks rhetorically looking up the ceiling. “Didn’t we discuss this before I left for Dubai?” Linette asks Brian, her eldest son who is slowly becoming a drug addict. “What are you up to this time round? What are you smoking, my dear…pot?” Linette asks as she bends to pick pieces of what looks like packaging manila. “Oh my goodness!” She pauses. “Look at what you are doing to your sister. Can’t you spare her at least?” Linette wonders as she stretches her arms to pick up Kimberly, her youngest daughter. “Mom…” Kimberly utters. “I miss you!” Kimberly says as she reaches her mother’s ears. “I know ma’am! I am back and I missed you too. How are you?” Linette asks as she looks into her daughter’s eyes. “I am hungry. I ate lunch, though!” Kimberly
It seems unbelievable my oldest is a few days off being a decade old. I know every parent wonders “where has the time gone?” a multitude of times during their children’s childhoods, but as I realize my son is over halfway to 'adulthood' it seems like the time has flown by.
I was being held under with no idea when I may get up, getting tumbled and dragged along the ocean floor. Each chance I pop up and gasp for another breath of air another wave crashes on me causing me to choke on the salt from the ocean. This has been my experience in high school, and once I am graduated it will feel like I can finally catch my breath and ride that first wave.
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
Many pivotal moments appear in a human beings life to change the way that individual thinks. All human experiences shape the way a person becomes. The death of my 20 year old second cousin changed my perspective on life. It was not because he was close to me or had a huge impact on my life, but because such a young life ended so suddenly. I got to experience how that impacted and even changed certain people. I came to the realization that all those stories on the news actually happen to real life people. These stories seem so unimaginable, but from that point on, I realized that anything can happen to anyone in the simple blink of an eye. I learned that although every human envisions certain things to occur in their lifetime, many aspects cannot
How would I feel I someone I loved died? It is not a question that most people ask themselves frequently, but it is one that often comes up when they read or hear about a notable person that has passed or was killed, or even just a news story about a woman who lost her son. I had the unfortunate experience of discovering what that felt like firsthand.
Mara was a beautiful girl; she lived with her mother and two sisters. Mara was very smart. She would always made sure that she was her best at very thing she did. One thing about her was that she was very competitive. She always made sure that she was the best in her class. She loved to read. She began reading at an early stage. When she was in middle school, she wouldn’t do things girls her age did. She would stay in side her home most of the time reading or doing her house work. She loved her mother and her to sister, to an extent that she would sacrifice what she has to help her family out.
Years ago I had the most terrifying, shocking day of my life. I had between seven or eight years when this happened. The day before the accident, all my family was at my grandfather’s house. We all were eating the food my mother and my aunts brought, telling jokes at the dinner table. Meanwhile, I was playing with my cousins in the backyard. Everyone was enjoying the family meeting. As the time passed by and everyone was about to go home, my mother suggested the idea that we all should go at my grandparent’s ranch next day, since everyone was in town we all could have the chance to go. Everyone liked the idea. It was the perfect time to go because it was a weekend. As they all agreed to go, they begun to decide who bring what to the gathering. Who would have thought that thanks to that suggestion, I would lead me to the hospital the day of the reunion.