A mother in Mannville He has no mother "he has no skates "I was completely frozen. I was shocked, upset, and angry.why would Jerry lie to me ? as soon as the words came out of his mouth I was shocked, why would Jerry lie to me about his mother? Time passes then I see something was wrong with Jerry ,Jerry was having trouble breathing !i quickly call an ambulance ,I quickly went to the room and got him a jacket when I got to him he was sweating,his eyes were wide open his whole body was shaking,his reaction sacred me a little it was like if someone was chocking him like if he had a demon inside of him time was passing,I was getting a bit nervous because the ambulance wasn't on its way ,Jerry felt to the ground, I ran to him screaming his name "Jerry ! Jerry! Please answer me , my eyes filled up …show more content…
Is it that he doesn't want to hear about his mother ¿?. Jerry can't know the real story, if I tell him he might hate me and never wanna see me again ' I whisper to myself '.I slowly Stand up from my seat walking towards the room where jerry was , I walk in while I walk towards Jerry ,in the moment I saw Jerry in that hospital bed it hurted me ,I can't see him in this much pain .i pull a chair next to his bed sitting down trying so hard not to cry I slowly hold his hand , I couldn't take it anymore it was driving me crazy keeping this secret all by myself ,jerry's eyes were closed,suddenly tears were coming out of my eyes I take a deep breath and said "I'm sorry son ,I didn't had the chance too tell you the real story ,I was scared that you would hate me and won't wanna see me ever again , but I can't Stand seeing you in this bed ,but the true story is that I am your mother when you were little they ripped you out of my arms , I looked and looked for you, until one day I saw you in the orphanage, I wanted too tell you that I was your mother but I wasn't brave
Alright. So I was telling you about that gym teacher I had who was a substitute teacher, and he always claimed that he… would get in the “zone” and be able to, like, see ghosts and stuff and communicate with them. He was at a Wawa one time, and he stepped outside and there was an old man out there, and he was like, “Excuse me, sir. . . I just need your help for a second.” He was like, “Yea, sure… whatta ya need?” And the old man was like, “Could you go into this store… and ya see that lady over there?” She’s like an elderly lady. “So could you like go over there and tell her that I love her?” And then he told him his name, ya know, whatever it was, and my gym teacher was like, “Yea, sure.”… So he went in there, and… he went up to the lady and he was like, “Hey, I had a message from John,” whatever the hell his name was, “And he wanted me to tell you that he loves you.” And she told him that John had been dead for a couple of years… He described what he looked like to her, and she was like, “Yea, that’s definitely John, and he’d definitely do something like that.” Umm, yea. So, I mean, I don’t know if it’s true or not, but, he told stories like that all the time.
I wanted to go to him and ask him what was wrong, but I didn’t dare…But then I couldn’t stand it anymore and I got up and ran down the hall to the kitchen. There, in the middle of the room, wearing his Goodyear jacket and work clothes was my father. He was on his hands and knees, his head hanging as though it were too heavy to support, and he was rocking back and forth and babbling in a rhythmical stutter. It’s funny, but the first thing I thought when I saw him like that was the way he used to let me ride on his back, when I was little, bucking and neighing like a horse. And as soon as I thought it, I felt my heart lurch in my chest.
Early experiences in Melville’s life influenced many of his writings and the themes of his stories. As you know all of this began in a particular way, just like everybody else’s life.
This chapter breaks from the plot progression and focuses on Jerry remembering his mother's illness and death. She was a hard-working, passionate woman, and it was incredibly difficult to watch. During her illness, Jerry and his dad grew estranged. Jerry felt his father was sleepwalking through that period of time. Cormier describes a scene at Jerry's mother's funeral in which Jerry and his father shared their first and last moment of emotion, crying and hugging at the cemetery.
Coming from a musical background Terrence Mann most definitely lives up to his parents’ talent. He has formed a successful carreer around his talents. His career includes multiple appearances on Broadway, appearances in movies, and being a distinguished professor of musical theatre at Western Carolina. Today he passes on his passion for young people who hope to one day become as successful and well know as Terrence Mann.
Dark, cold and a quiet night is where she lived deep in the forest. In a tiny cottage in addition to where she sold herbal remedies for a living. People living in the nearby town said she seemed as if she was a witch. None provoked to cross the dark path for fear that their cows would go dry, their food-stores rot away before winter, their children take sick of fever, or any number of terrible things that a fuming witch could do to her neighbors.
He describes his mom as a very energetic and life-of-the-party type person. He noticed that everyone felt the loss of his mom, but no one felt it quite like him. Since he basically grew up without a dad, this was his mentor and the person he looked up to, He knew that now his little brothers looked up to him the same way he looked up to his mom,
I can see a crack of light coming from under the bathroom door. I keep hearing a strange sound, almost like a hurt puppy. As I walk closer, I see a dark puddle on the floor. Suddenly, I am very afraid. I slowly open the door. “Mommy, Mommy, are you ok?” My mother looked at me and cried, “Dial 911, Darling! Hurry, Honey, Hurry!” There is so much blood—on the floor, on her clothes, and on her hands. I can hear the sirens now. Mommy goes for a ride in the ambulance. My three day old baby brother and I have to stay with the neighbor until Daddy comes and picks us up. What happened to my mother?
There once was a man named Franswah, and he had a wife named Keisha. They both lived in Keithville, Atlanta. They had a little girl named Jasmine, she was twelve years of age and she attended Ghettoville Jr. High School in the seventh grade. Keisha never did like doing anything, so her husband Franswah decided to go out and have an affair with a lady named Shay. Franswah and Shay worked at a law firm together. Shay was his assistant, she always helped him with things and they always went to lunch together. So some nights he never came home or either he came in late. Keisha was never the type of person to just argue, she mainly just questioned him to see what the response would be and she left it alone until the next morning. So one night when he came in he had a funny odor and Keisha asked him what was up with the smell, he told her that he had been working out and got sweaty. Their daughter Jasmine had very high blood pressure, so most of the time she didn’t go to school because of her condition and she stayed ill. Keisha had a younger sister named Ashley, she is the rowdy type that doesn’t care and will tell anybody anything. Keisha was telling her sister about Franswah coming in late, having a odor on him and don’t want to be questioned. So one day when Ashley was over there and he walked in she confronted him and told him if she find out that’s its that he’s cheating on her she was gone handle it. So he got mad and started hollering at Keisha for telling her sister about what was going on in their relationship. Then that’s when Ashley came back and told him that she can tell her anything she want to tell her because that’s her sister. So few minutes later the phone rings and its was Shay. Keisha answers the phone and it was another lady’s voice, and she asked to speak to Franswah. So she asked her who is calling and she told her that it was Franswah’s baby mother. Everyone is in shock, so Ashley gets on the phone and started getting rowdy. Ashley was asking her different questions like how old is the baby, where she live, and where did Franswah and her meet.
I have always been close with my family my entire life. All throughout my childhood we have been together almost everyday and have experienced many memories together. We all get along so well because of the fact that our family is so close knit. And partly because of the fact that all my cousins are boys as well. So when we all ended up living within a half mile of each other. Well lets just say that we took on a town of our own.
I made it to Big Lots, where Jonathan works, and I forced him to come outside and look at my car. Then we sat and talked for a while and I bragged about how I was going to my grandma’s house to eat a good home-cooked meal, while he would be forced to eat fast food again. When I left Big Lots, I still had a little time before church let out, so I drove back to Gray to the Dollar Store for some supplies for a Spanish class project I was doing that week. Finally I pulled into my grandparents’ driveway, and I noticed the door was closed. I thought this was unusual because I knew my grandpa was home, but I had forgotten a school fundraiser form for my aunts to look at, so I turned around and drove back home to Jonesborough. While driving home my friend Rachel and her mother were behind me, they followed me all the way to my house. I thought it was some kind of joke, but when we pulled into my driveway, Rachel yelled, “Get in the car! They had to take your grandma to the hospital.”
As I walked in to their bedroom, I found my mother sitting on the bed, weeping quietly, while my father lay on the bed in a near unconscious state. This sight shocked me, I had seen my father sick before, but by the reaction of my mother and the deathly look on my father’s face I knew that something was seriously wrong.
The moment we stepped foot into the hospital, I could hear my aunt telling my mother that “he is in a better place now”. At that moment, something had already told me that my dad was deceased; it was like I could feel it or something. I felt the chills that all of a sudden came on my arms. As my mother and grandmother were both holding my hand, they took me into this small room. The walls were white, and it had a table with four tissue boxes sitting on the top. My other grandmother was there, and so were my two aunts, my uncles, and
The train was getting closer by the second and billy was turning whiter. I felt very bad. Tim told Billy " its not that big of a deal, you hop on and 15 seconds later jump off and walk back, simple!" Billy did'nt seem any more better about what he was about to do. I could hear the train comeing closer and closer, maybe 2 miles away now. But still i heard it like it was screaming in my ear. Every second that went by it was getting closer. "Here it comes, get ready!" said Tim "Don't be a wuss" said Gregg. It was going faster than normal, way faster. As the first car zoomed by by you could see hundreds more behind that one. Tim yelled out " get Ready, Set, Jump." Billy jumped on a Red car, the car had its door open. He was on for about five seconds when he stuc his head in and just as he did the door Slammed shut. slitting his head off and flung his body off as well. All i saw was blood and his body being flung off. "Awww what a wuss he jumped off early." said Tim. "Come on lets go get him" but i knew thats not what happened.
It was around 2:00pm and it was time to open presents. I started with opening friend’s presents then I opened families. I was finally done opening all my presents. I looked around at all the people, who were looking at me and my dad was nowhere to be. That was the only present that I was looking forward too. The party ended and my dad didn’t show up, my little four years old hopes were in the ground, it was like I could feel my heart ripping appart. I looked at my mom and she mouthed I’m sorry, my faced turned rosy red and my eyes filled with tears. From that moment on my life was never the same. It was a dark cloudy day and I was going to see my dad. We were playing the game Sorry and he was winning. I was the yellow player and he was the green player, he was laughing and smiling the whole time. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my Friday afternoon any other way. When the game was over he asked me to clean up the game while he went out to smoke a cig. When he entered the room and the game wasn’t picked up, he went crazy. His eyes seemed to turn a dark almost black color. It was like he was a completely different person when he came back