I was in the car sitting down bored like usual looking out the narrow tinted window. Just when I saw a sign that caught my attention in a heart beat it read “Popeye’s”. The only problem was that every time I suggested somewhere to eat, it always came out to be nasty dried food. But a warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach was telling me that this restaurant is going to be good!. I was feeling benevolent because, my parents all of a sudden were heading that way! But in my mind I was saying to myself. “They must’ve read my stomach?!’ When they headed to the parking lot, I was so excited that I was growling at my brother because of how anxious I was. We got out the car and went into the place. You could see the happiness in my face. So we went inside and I sat down with my older brother. While my Mom and Dad went to order some delicious food. My stomach was starting to hiss at me because it just smelled so darn good! All of a sudden I hear “Marlon” (My dad’s name) and I was like “the food is done right?” So my brother and dad went to go the food while I stayed with my mom. They laid the food down on the table. I was reaching my hand to grab a piece of chicken when on the corner of my eye I say my mom coming at me! “No toques eso Nina” (Don’t touch that girl) We always pray before eating …show more content…
after we were all done eating. My mom bought me and my brother a cookie for later. I was so stuffed like a teddy bear I couldn’t even walk. We got in the car and my dad buckled me in my car seat, and he also did the same thing to my brother. So then I saw my mom whisper something in my dad’s ear. And I was so noisy I was trying to hear what she was saying, but I saw that my brother was going to say something so I just looked out the window trying to ignore the conversation my parents were having. My dad pulled up at the mall, and I was so shocked. We went inside to shop! My Dad said to my mom, brother, and me to get anything we want, it doesn’t matter how much it
I was able to go on a mission trip to Minnesota Native American Reservation, Squaw Lake when I was 13. I learned the four Spiritual laws, and I accepted Christ through the training. I was able to share the Good News to mostly to teens and kids. His Holy Spirit deeply filled my life, and I wanted to grow my passion for God.
My brother and I had our own rooms at the time. He was eight and I was eleven. We live in a cozy three bedrooms house. One day our parents asked us to come into the living room. There were two bags on the couch and they told us to see what’s inside. Inside were delicious jelly beans and a black shirt. I unfolded the shirt and in big blue letters it said Big Brother. Then my brother unfolded his and it said the same thing. We both stared at our mom and realized she was pregnant. We were so excited, and later we find out it’s a boy. Our parents also told us that we would have to share a room, and we were fine with that.
The ads keeps one salivating ad craving for the food only to be disappointed when they walk in to the doors of the restaurant . To their shock, they are served with low quality and sub-standard
Let me start this essay off by addressing a tragedy. Kentucky, with a population of over 4 million and an area of 40,409 mi², does not have a Cottage Inn Franchise. Not a one. Not a single one.
I had just turned ten when my mom first took me to the Salisbury Chess Club at the Sage Diner. The dilapidated Sage Diner dressed as if it were in the 50s (Absolute), I was immediately enamored by the chess pieces. Soon, I established a reputation for myself as a capricious tactician able to beat all but the most experienced players. Consequently, I played with one of the better players, Phil (Appositive), almost every week. Through my chess games with Phil, I learned many values, like patience and carefulness, that not only apply to chess but also to life.
I cried in my room for hours wishing my dad would not go, a whole month without him seemed like the end of the world. I would have no one to play hockey with, no one to tuck me in at night and no one to eat donuts with every Friday. My dad tried to console me but I was too angry to listen to him, I suddenly hated my grandpa for causing my dad to leave me alone. At the airport my dad gave me a long hug and told me to be brave since I was now “the man of the house,” (even though I am a girl), I had to take care of my mom. Promptly this made me suck in my tears and stop acting like a “loser.” It was hard repressing my feelings, seeing my dad leave made my eyes tear severely but I held them back, the man of the house does not cry. Time went by faster when I was at school, I had less time to miss my dad. About two weeks later, my mom got a call from India, my grandpa had died. My mom broke down crying, she slammed the phone across the room into the wall. I felt scared to appr...
Our first stop was at “Del Mia Casa” restaurant , I was starving since I didn’t dine on the fine cuisine that the airline offered. The smell outside tantalised our taste buds and we just couldn’t wait to eat.
As we parked in the driver’s lot, I looked upon the eatery and it did not seem very
So here I was sitting in the “Steak House” restaurant on a cold winter evening. I had just finished work and continued with my Friday routine to head to “Steak House” and treat myself to a nice feast before heading back home. I sat down and ordered a towering portion of steak and chips. But on this Friday I felt something different, something strange and why was this? Because I glimpsed up to the bar to find two large men sitting anxiously both speaking with foreign accents and peaked caps staring at me every so often.
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...
After half an hour of waiting for someone to call and my sister and dad to come home also thinking about what to do. I gave up and went to take a shower. When I came out, my bed was made and my mom called me down for breakfast, which I didn’t feel like having. I just drank a glass of orange juice. My mother went to the porch to sit. After a few seconds I decided to join her. Since I had nothing better to do at that moment, I asked her where my sister and dad had gone. All she said was “I don’t know”. I gu...
One day in the midst of summer, my friend Mike and I got off from a hard day of work and were on our way to the mall. While at work we had planned to meet a few people there. I was going to be seeing my friend Jessica who I had not talked to in years. Before leaving, we stopped off at our houses, took showers, and got ready. As I anxiously waited on the stairs for his car to roll into the driveway, my mom said, “Be careful and do not drive like an idiot.” I obviously said alright and she was on her way. Minutes later I see my friend Mike pull into the driveway. I slipped my feet into my shoes and got in his car. We were almost to the mall when his phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Hello?” It was my mom and she wanted to speak to me. Upon putting the phone to my ear she told me that I had to come home right away. She said that my dad had just gotten into a car crash and that I had to come home and watch my sister. I did not know how to break the news to Mike, that what we were anticipating all day would not happen. He was upset, but he understood what was going on. I came home thinking it was the same old same old; he had gotten hit by a drunk driver, the car got totaled, and he was fine.
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
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.