One day when I was thirteen, I was at my sister’s apartment in June. I had just woken up at 7:30am, and the kids were still sleeping. That day was the first day I took care of my nephew Adrian, and my nieces Sophia and Penelope. They were still sleeping, so I let them sleep. I sat there wondering how bad they would be when they woke up. When they did wake up it wasn’t as bad as I thought, but they did wake up hungry. It all started when my nephew decided to start crying because he didn’t want to brush his teeth. However, there was no other choice, and I forced him to brush his teeth. I started making eggs with toast for breakfast, and it smelled good. The food was looking at me like they wanted me to eat them, but I had already eaten cereal …show more content…
That was until I got bored and asked them if they wanted to go to the park. My eyes were dying from watching those movies anyway. The kids surprised me though. They were more hyper than any point in the day, and it happened so suddenly. Honestly, I did get a little scared to take them to the park, but I did anyway. Death Valley in California is what this heat reminded me of. It was kind of a long walk there, especially for them. I was very happy I had brought a few water bottles because they were thirsty. I almost felt like a genius. When we got to the park there was no people, so I told them to go to the playground while I went to play …show more content…
He looked like he was scared and in a lot of pain. I told him that he had dealt with a million times worse than that. It took a little while to make him feel better. After I managed it though I kept playing. Around twenty minutes later I saw they were exhausted.Except for a little less than half a bottle, they drank all the water leaving basically none for me . Avoiding the sun, they sat under the slide all shiny, and super sweaty. Eventually they started to whine that they wanted to go home. I didn’t think kids all under the age of four would want to leave a playground. As a little kid, I remember trying to stay as long as I could before my mom got mad. Confused and a little irritated, I kept on playing until I realized why they were whiny and wanted to leave. All of their eyes were telling me it was time for a snack and a nap. That’s when had I felt kinda bad for making them wait, and felt worse when I thought about the walk
I wonder if I should I start calling Las Vegas, Nevada home now. I’ve traveled back and forth from California to Las Vegas since I was a child. I can remember at the age of thirteen my family and I would take family weekend trips very often. By the age of seventeen I was forced to move to Vegas for 6 months right before my senior year of high school started. Since it was my last year of high school my parents decided to let me go back to California for the last three months and graduate with my friends. Since I wasn’t eighteen yet, I forced to go back to Las Vegas right the day after graduation.
“A Simple Matter of Hunger” narrates the life of Eleanor Wilson, foster mother to an infant with acquired immune deficiency syndrome. Monitoring Jancey is full-time work, and it involves dealing with insensitive and ignorant people, incompetent healthcare, and consistent bad news. Although the child is not her own and raising her promises never-ending heartbreak and difficult, Eleanor cares for Jancey as well as any mother can.
In the summer of 2015, the summer before my freshman year, my grandmother and I took a trip to the other side of the country. I had never been anywhere west of Tennessee before, so going to California was going to be an exciting experience. My vacation there was like going to a whole other country. The morning of our flight I double checked my bags and made sure I had everything I would need for my trip. Flying into Fresno everything I saw was brown, except for the golf courses. The reason for everything being so brown was because during this time California was in a 5-year drought. Also being in the central valley it’s sandy and desert like. After landing and getting our luggage we stood outside waiting for my uncle to pick us up from the airport. When you think of California you think of perfect weather but stepping outside we were met with 115 degrees of the blazing hot sun. Not exactly what I consider “perfect” weather.
Death’s whisper traveled in my ear, wrapping around my mind, “I can take you away from this madness. Beyond this hell, that is life.” “Will it be more peaceful there?” I asked. “As serene as heaven above.” Possessive Depression responded. My heavy heart fluttered at the thought of serenity. No more painful days, or lonely, restless nights. No more of this living death. Anxiety murmured all my insecurities tempting me to make the decision, as every tick-tock from the clock he held, echoed in my brain, putting fear in me of things that will never happen. I thought about the invitation to eternal sleep, “I would finally be able to extract this smiling mask…” Thus, I decided to join the dance of death, done dealing with my dilemmas.
If you’ve stumbled upon this article, I’m willing to bet, that you were just googling Mulholland Drive, that’s not surprising. I'm sure most people who watch Mulholland Drive end up googling it, but why is that? What made you look it up? Did you google it because you didn't understand it? Or was it because you've been thinking about it all day?
I chose to do my service learning project at Feed My Starving Children. I chose this service learning project because I had prior knowledge and experience by doing it with my family and church. Feed My Starving Children has been a huge impact to those who have participated in this service experience because their mission is to pack meals that go to very hungry children around the world. Being from a single parent family, it is hard for us to not be concerned about where the money for food is coming from, yet we have food on our tables for everyday meals. Therefore, I can’t imagine what it is like for those who experience hunger.
I visited the Ronald McDonald House on September 15, to meet a family that was staying there because they had a very ill child. I was there to interview Mr. and Mrs. Davis who’s had their five-year-old son, John was at Children’s Mercy Hospital. The Davis family was there because John has leukemia and needed chemotherapy. When I first met John, I was at a loss for words. I saw a five-year-old boy that didn’t have any hair (like me) and was thin like a cable wire. I thought it was great that John got to say with his family on good days. What amazed me so much was his spirit and thrust for life. Because they had faith in their little boy getting better, his parents were very much the same. I asked them what made them so upbeat and positive. They told me that they were getting the best treatment around and being close to him everyday really helped. I didn’t quite understand what they meant and asked them to explain. They told me that staying at the RMH with their son meant everything to the whole family. Instead of being in a hospital bed, or hotel room, the Davis’s kept close and were able to do everything that a family would do. Such things included playing with toys, having meals together, taking walks, enjoying closeness with one’s family, and all in the comfort of a home.
I arrived at my grandma’s house in bewilderment. The smell of flavored pork and freshly made red sauce wafted out of the windows and rose with the sound of laughter. The family was already there: all four of my aunts elbow deep into bowls of chicken, pork, sauces; my cousins and a couple of uncles with rolled up sleeves spreading
In rare instances, humans are privileged to have the opportunity to meet fate face-to-face. When fate presents itself in its unique fashion, it has the ability to create change. From Adam and Eve’s predicament with that green serpent, to the homeless ex-stockbroker who was once lured into the luxury of the big City, fate certainly works in the most mysterious of ways. Dennis Anderson, a hard working business-man from Sacramento had his run in with fate thirteen long years ago, surviving the epic attacks on the Golden Gate Bridge.
To a ten-year-old, it was the only reason to live. The only reason to get up in the morning. The only reason to come straight home after getting off the bus.
Las Vegas, the city located in Nevada that never sleeps. In the fall of 2014, as a sixteen year old I was given the opportunity to take the trip of a lifetime. As I climbed onto an airplane for the first time I couldn’t wait to land so I could finally get my first time experience of the atmosphere of Las Vegas.
The children couldn’t accept what they thought was so horrible. There was a lot of ignorance and carelessness portrayed throughout this short story. The theme of ungratefulness was revealed in this story; The author depicted how disrespecting someone can inturn feed you with information you may wish you never knew and how someone can do one wrong thing and it immediately erases all the good things a person did throughout their
On that day, I made a promise, a promise to a six year old girl from another six year old girl. I promised that I would adopt Sarah. I never got to fulfill that promise. Two weeks after I made it, my sister and I were adopted, taken to a new family, our own family. Seeing the way that Sarah looked at me behind the orphanage gates was heartbreaking. Her silent crying, the tears flowing down landing on the broken concrete ground. I could take it, take her pain away. I failed her, I let her down, her one chance of happiness, and I walked away.
A young child dies from exhaustion, their limp body has been pushed to the very limit and they finally give in to death and another child has just become a statistic. This child was not even eleven years old. They had just completed their twenty hour day and then stumbled home 6 miles from where they were working. They saw their house in the distance, which gave them hope to keep on walking. They dragged their feet towards the corner where they slept; their eyes are drooping not just from physical tiredness but from the pain of living this way.
Did you have any food obsessions as a kid, and eat the same thing continually ?