When Dad put Baby Sister in his arms, Aaron’s eyes opened wide. “She’s so warm. And she feels so…floppy.” Dad snapped the picture and then took another one for good measure. Baby Sister fluttered her eyelids a bit and gurgled. Some really icky-looking stuff dribbled from her mouth. Before Aaron had time to ask his dad about it, there was another smell. Aaron knew what that was. “Oh, gross. She pooped on me!” He held Baby Sister high off his lap, and Dad snatched her. “Yuck.” Aaron jumped out of the chair, charged into the bathroom and slammed the door. He took two gulps of fresh air and opened the door a crack. The stench rolled toward the door from the funny-looking bed where Dad was changing Baby Sister. The sides of Baby Sister’s bed were clear, and she was looking right at him. Then the smell hit Aaron, and he slammed the door again. How could he ever have thought she smelled good! She smelled awful. “She’s going to stink up our whole house,” Aaron shouted through the door. “Remember when Mugsy had an accident in the house. It stunk really bad and this is worse.” “It will be gone in a minute,” his mom said. Aaron didn’t see how that would be possible. He waited a little while and gingerly opened the door a crack. He took a long whiff of air and found it fresh. Grandpa was holding Baby Sister. Grandpa’s eyes asked Aaron if he wanted to hold her. Aaron shook his head. How did Grandpa know how to hold a baby? Aaron stepped closer to the wheel chair. Baby Sister gazed intently at Grandpa and held tightly to one of Grandpa’s fingers. Grandpa smiled and invited Aaron to hold her hand. He was going to say “No”, but his hand just had a mind of its own and reached out to her. When his han... ... middle of paper ... ... room. He counted the diapers stacked neatly in the drawer; he counted the sleepers and the oncies; and he checked the side of the crib to make sure it went up and down smoothly. “Because, Dad, remember you had trouble with this when you were putting it together.” Dad pursed his lips and nodded. “Are you sure you have enough diapers? She poops a lot, you know.” Dad assured him they had plenty. On the way to the hospital to bring the Mom and Sally home, Dad asked if Aaron wanted to buy a homecoming gift for Sally. “Nope, I already put her gift in her room; but I bet Mom would like something.” Aaron picked out some bath oil that smelled like watermelon. After quite a lot of commotion, they were finally home. As Dad laid Sally in her new crib, Mom said gently, “Oh, Aaron.” Malarky’s fishbowl stood proudly on Sally’s yellow dresser.
Sixth grader Jodee enrolled at a private academy and the first few months were without incident. Jodee reveled in having friends and tried to do everything right to stay in good standing. The trouble started when she called her mother to leave the party early. Jodee begged her mother not to tell her what was going on with the twelve-year-olds—but they were all caught in the act. Monday morning at school she found her favorite suede shoes floating in a toilet bowl of urine with a note attached—“Bitch, this is just the beginning.”
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.
“I stepped into the room to remind my daughter of her school homework that was due tomorrow and all of a sudden, seeing her bed empty…it came to such a shock to me and my husband!”, Mrs Burke exclaimed.
One day Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout was supposed to be cleaning.She needed to take out the trash but Sarah didn’t .She would scour the pots and scrape the pans .Every couple of minutes her father said,
As she was pressing her daughter’s hair she watched as the pot bubbled up with a funky smell. She couldn’t wait to let her daughter taste what it was, and swore that they were delicious! She grabbed a fork and wrestled with what looked liked rubber skin from a hippo, and pulled a piece of meat from out the middle of it and Gera liked to fell out. Gera told her mother never mind but her mother insisted. As she went toward the fork with her mouth open, eyes closed, and her nose plugged Gera spit it out before it could touch her tongue. Mother just laughed. Gera didn’t know if mother was so happy that she didn’t have to share or if she thought it was truly
A gust of air audibly exited my lungs as I opened the creaky door of my mother’s beat up four door car. Charley didn’t have the same spring in his step that was present in his youth, but he did his best to run over and hop in. I wish he didn’t try so hard. My heart sank as he made vain attempts at pulling himself into the vehicle. I bent down and gave him a little assistance. He was quick to turn around and look at me anxiously. He never felt comfortable if I wasn’t sitting with him. I took my place in the back seat and slowly closed the door.
“You had a seizure last night and now your cancer has spread to your lungs and stomach… You are going to die in a couple days, I’m sorry Ben.” All he could think was where is Violet. He hadn’t seen her in a couple days and he was wondering where she was. He asked his mom where that girls was that everyone was talking about. “Oh Ben, she passed away last night like right when you had your seizure..” Ben dropped to his knees and started to cry. “It is going to be okay, she was really sick and she is in a better place now and out of her misery.” His mom tried so hard to get him off the floor, but he just
The small legs that whisked back and forth in the open space of the vehicle were full of energy. The young girl spent the day with the two people she admired the most. A bigger version of herself sat in the passenger seat with her husband driving next to her. They laughed over conversation. Every so often, the girl would stick thin fingers against her mother’s shoulder to receive her attention. She would say something trivial and obvious, but her mother would still entertain her. She absorbed every phrase her daughter said as if each filled her with a tremendous joy and was the greatest thing ever spoken. Her mother had selected a black dress for her today with a large white ribbon tied around her midsection. Her hair had been combed back in two braids so that the tips were touching her shoulder blades. They were coming home late from a Christmas party at church.
“Smithy was not paying attention to the baby part. She was paying attention to the cancer part. Her mother had a 50% chance of dying. This baby, announced their mother, and she was smiling-Smithy always remembers that smile-is your brother or sister. A few days later, an ultrasound established that it was a baby boy. Mom was beaming. He’s healthy she said excitedly. You’re not, pointed the doctor. I’m tough. It’s only 5 more months. I’ll start chemo after the baby’s here. You’ll be dead by then. Mom shrugged.”
The smell of disinfectant engulfed me as soon as I stepped into the hospital. My green sweater with the T-Rex on it did little to prevent chills from running down my spine, and I was suddenly very aware of how small and insignificant I must have looked. But despite all of this, the one thing I was truly terrified by was the knowledge that I was about to meet my new baby brother. I had been the baby of the family for the past five and a half years, and I wasn’t too keen on having to give up my title. Consequently, I was now the middle child of the family, and although I didn’t realize it at the time, the impact this would have on my life would be colossal.
I was lying in my bed, shocked and didn’t know what to do. Right then, my sister Kathryn, came out of her bedroom and went down the stairs. Me and my sister, Amanda, jumped up out of our bunk beds and followed after Kathryn. “Why are you here?” Said Kathryn. It was six o’clock in the morning and a policeman was standing in our living room. Well, I guess that’s one way to start a morning. He told us that he had been notified that there was a child in the road a couple blocks aways. He said that she told them her name was Heather and she only had pajamas on and no shoes. My sister Hannah came upstairs and the policeman told her what was going on. Hannah stared at the
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.
Feeling jubilant and excited, they immersed themselves in hot water and soap and went to bed in what seemed like the most comfortable beds that they have ever laid on. Waking the next afternoon, the woman had freshly washed and ironed clothes laid out for them and a hot breakfast. The only thing that Josh had a problem doing was finding a way to thank the woman for all she had done for them. For she had restored his confidence, and gave him the encouragement that he needed to continue on his journey. Finally, the woman allowed them to write a letter to their mother, giving her comfort in knowing that they were still
The mom finally gave in and pulled up a chair. The children got quiet fast and huddled together under the covers in anticipation. The mom took a deep breath knowing that the kids would have a hard time processing the story that was about to be told.
My father knelt down and kissed my forehead as he said, “Don’t worry, Princess, Mommy will….Oh here she is now!” I sprang from my warm, sheltered seat and sprinted to the front window as quickly as my tiny legs could move. My fingers grasped the long, wooden windowsill and my little pug nose pressed against the window pain. My breath delivered a frosty appearance on the glass as my eyes strained to see my mother step out of her car. My toes ached with pain as I fought to stay in view with the outside world.