Megan took Jay J by the hand and nodded as they all began to walk un... ... middle of paper ... ...ed in Jay J’s lap as he fed her, giving him gentle pecks. The moon had risen and Ginger’s plumes glimmered golden in the pale moonlight. Kissing Ginger on the top of her head, Jay J hopped up from his patio chair, pushed a reluctant Ginger back into her coop and locked the door securely for the night. Jay J headed back inside to help clean up the kitchen. Jessie and Megan were just putting the rest of the biscuits in the ceramic rooster-shaped cookie jar Jay J had given his mother last year for Mother’s Day.
Suddenly the dog pulled and they continued on their everyday route. Past the bakery, where she could smell the most delicious breads and pastries; she walked past the hair salon on her left and then the car garage. She learned of all these places when she moved to the little town because her kind mother explained it all to her in great detail. As she felt the side walk tilt up a touch she knew she was close to the comfort and safety of her home. The dog then stopped and she felt around for her key she spent a good seven minutes trying to fit the key into the hole.
“Jelasia come on mother wants us home for supper, oh hi Medusa I need my little sister”. “Okay that's fine thank you Jelasia for the headband”. “Your welcome I had fun making it”. As Medusa walked away she heard Jelasia's big sister whisper “you know you aren't supposed to pick flowers out of mom’s garden” that gave Medusa a good chuckle. As she walked down the street looking at all the other house most people were settling down after a long day getting ready for bed.
Hilary puts the radio on upstairs and sings away to the songs on the radio while putting her hair up. After all that she puts her make-up on, her mum calls her down for her breakfast she quickly does her make-up and goes downstairs for her breakfast. The time is moving closer to 8:00 and Hilary she hasn't even got her bag ready for school yet. She quickly rushes round getting stuff in her bag. As 8:00 quickly approaches, she puts her coat on and leaves for school.
"I practice yoga and I also reveal my stress throughout the art therapy, which I also practice at home with my children as well." It is 9 pm and Borden is ready to go for another meeting. She gently throws away her empty cup from tea and holds the door for me to get outside. We shake our hands and Borden is slowly walking back towards her car. Before she opens the car door she turns and with an honest smile on her face says: " If you want to I would give you a ride back to the bus station."
It is new year and happy new year!” I am always woken up by the rushing voice from my grandmother in the morning of new year. She is in a kind of chaos, in the kitchen, in the living room. She walking around, like a busy little bee, to prepare the fancy dinner. I stretching for a couple seconds, and sitting up, watching the outside of the window, the world is surrounded by the snow. As the children grew up in the south, snow only show up in the days during the Chinese new year, which is the rare thing for me.
He frequently stops at her house because he needs to rest, beside he couldn’t resist her hot chocolate with whipped cream and fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. In addition to that she told stories about her life with Jane, and she had beautiful pictures of her daughter and Lucy. Mrs. Park’s parents died in a car accident while she was in her last year of college. When her husband died after five years of marriage, she couldn’t give her heart to anyone else however she had a daughter to raises. This house, she grew up in and later raised her family in.
I grabbed a snack then ran out the door to meet Steph. Minutes ago, I saw her grandmother’s brown van pull up and Steph got out and ran right over to me. We made plans to hangout at her house for the day because she was grounded. As I crossed my street and approached Steph’s house, I could hear her creaky, front door open. As she stepped outside, I asked her, “Hey, what do you want to do today?” “I feel like baking.
She will make her breakfast for her and then will eat breakfast with Becca. After breakfast she will proceed to get ready for the day, do a few chores before the preschoolers come at eight. Once eight o’clock rolls around she will start teaching preschool till noon in her basement which has been converted into a classroom. From eleven to noon Theresa drives to the local coffee shop called the Prairie Peddler and gets an iced white chocolate Americano with a little skim milk. After her latte she will eat some lunch and then teach from noon till three.
After everyone was gone she went over to the dollar store and bought some new gloves, and she jumped for joy when she put them, she decided to get a head started and pick a bunch of roses and plucked the thorns out that night instead of tomorrow. After she got all the thorns out she placed them in water and ate her dinner of sour milk and 2 slices of bread. Then she went to bed she slept and dreamed of money and roses. When she awoke a little table was standing next to her and it had oatmeal, a gallon of fresh milk, eggs, toast, and new clothes. Abigail pinched herself; it hurt so she wasn’t dreaming.