Around two years ago on a warm summer afternoon I came home to find out my parents had rescued two beautiful cats that were left alone in a box on the highway. When my mom had started to tell me how the cats are brother and sister and how they were left in a box I could not begin to understand who would leave these innocent cats alone to fend for themselves. At first we were not going to keep them but once we really thought about it we knew we had to keep them. I was overcome with love and joy when I first lied my eyes on my cats they have been a great addition to the family and I would not change anything.
2. Every thanksgiving my family has a big dinner like most families with everyone in the family but last year was different from the other dinners. This was the first year without my grandma who moved to Ohio and was not able to make it out but she is the only family member who can cook leaving my family to learn to cook their own dinner. This turned out to be a catastrophe since the turkey was over cooked then many other foods were destroyed leaving only mashed potatoes and yams. Without my grandma it did not feel the same I was
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My family and I adopted Georgia after my parents discovered she had been through a troubled past with terrible owners she was with us for ten years before she tragically passed. It was a warm summer night my parents knew she would not live much longer so we took her to the beach before the vet where she was relieved from her pain. I was overcome with despair when Georgia passed I could not imagine a life without her she would always comfort me and put a smile on everyone's face. My parents helped to move past her death by adopting another dog even though the new dog would never replace her it still helped to relieve the pain. I will always remember Georgia she was my first best friend I still celebrate her birthday but I realized I can not bring her back so the best thing to do is keep her alive through my
Mere words can't describe how happy I was to cook. Tea cakes, sweet potato pie, honey glazed pound cake, Roasted turkey and leafy greens. I get to Make them all. Of course since I'm a spoiled brat I had to get my hair ready with my apron. Then and only then will I be able to cook. We were in the kitchen all day. You could just. Smell the richness of the turkey. I could almost taste the silky cream sweet potato pie. It would make your mouth water . Halfway through cooking Most of our family was already here (They were going to sleep the night) They pitched in to help, without them we would’ve been cooking through Thanksgiving.
The crisp, cool, and cinnamon air filled the morning of Thanksgiving in 1987. Although I was only two years and eleven months old, I remember the scratchy, fuzzy, purple- footed pajamas that I was wearing that morning. After I woke up, I "helped" my mom make her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my cream sweater dotted with cherries and my navy pleated skirt, topped off with my favorite cream fuzz- warn tights, and before I knew it we were out the door to my grandmother's house. After an early dinner with my grandparents, mom, and dad, my grandfather and dad left to catch the Dallas Cowboys Thanksgiving Day football game, leaving the rest of us to find entertainment of our own.
Do you have a very important memory that you are sure will never leave your head? Well, um.. I do! This memory that i’m about to tell you about is very, very important to me. Every year we used to go to my Pawpaw’s for thanksgiving. It was so much fun. We would all get to his house and go inside. My Pawpaw basically lived in his garage! When we would get to his house, guess where he was! His garage! We would go say hi and what for more people to get to his house. My Mawmaw would make the best food ever! When more people got to there house we would go inside and eat. They had two tables and the kids would sit at one and the adults would sit at the other one. Well, it was time to get my food. I got my food. One thing that I got was mashed potatoes
After reading different articles and learning more about African American culture, it made me want to find out more about my own family culture. There are different traditions that are pasted down in generations, which could have been a part of African culture that we don’t realize such as parenting styles. I don’t remember hearing too many stories about my past relatives growing up, so I had to find out more on my family experiences in the south. Also, I wanted to see how spirituality played a roll in my family choices. My goal in this paper is to show how I got a better understanding of the reason my family could be structured the way it is now.
I can remember traveling to my grandparents’ house for Thanksgiving, I would become so excited the week leading up to the holiday because I was finally able to see my aunts and grandparents all at the same time. We stayed the entire Thanksgiving break at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. On Thanksgiving morning, we would wake up early to watch the Macy’s Day Parade all of us, girls and kids, still in our pajamas cuddle on the floor in front of the tv. Eventually, my mom, Grandma, Aunt Lindsey, and Aunt Elexa would get up to start
It was one of those cold rainy nights that everyone hates. On top of the horrible weather my family and I were feeling another burden, we had just lost our beloved cat, Annabelle. While, my sister was silently weeping over Annabelle in her room, I was in mine thinking and asking myself questions. Does Annabelle just want to live her real life she may have been meaning to live, does anyone who owns a pet REALLY own their pet or is the pet living a life that it was not meant to live, do all pets have a “wild side?” As I was thinking about the answers to these questions I decided no we don’t really own our pets. Our house pets are animals that are more civilized
In the past couple years, I faced emotions of loneliness, worthlessness and even depression. I spent those years trying to figure out what was the cause of these serious emotions and one of the answers that I stumbled upon was when I finally talked to a therapist about dealing with my depression. The simple answer was the relationship with my family and the environment I was in; Figuring out what to do about it was the next giant leap. Throughout history, America has been known as an immigrant country that uses the phrase “The American Dream” over and over, but what is it really? “That dream of a land in which life should be better and richer and fuller for everyone, with opportunity for each according to ability or achievement.” (James Truslow
On November 26, 2009, Thanksgiving day, I could hear men shouting, “ Give me everything!” outside of my house. My father had told us, children, to stay inside while he headed out into the chaos. My little sister began to weep so my older sister and I put some of her favorite music on but very low. “ Cierra los ojos y no pienses en lo que está pasando afuera. Close your eyes and don’t think about what’s happening outside.” She stopped sobbing and I was relieved. My little cousins did the same thing as my sister. I decided to take a peek at what was happening considering that my head had already been filled with curiosity. I saw two men wearing ski masks outside my house, one of them holding a bag and the other pointing a gun at my father. I
I never would have imagined feeling like an outsider in my own home. Unfortunately I wouldn’t even go as far as considering my current home as “my home.” I live in a house with eight people and two dogs and for some, that might not even be slightly overwhelming, but for me it is. I try to keep my heart open about the situation, but I always end up feeling like I don’t belong. Given the circumstances of my situation, I would say life definitely turned out better than what I initially expected, but I was left feeling like a “stranger in a village” having to live with a family that is nothing like my own.
When Halloween is over, most people get excited about Christmas, but for me, I get excited about Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is one of the best times of the year for me, I get to talk to my family and eat my grandmother’s amazing turkey, but the leftovers take the real prize. My parents always take
As the wind wailed outside our house on a freezing January night, a night so cold not even the thickest skinned animal would even dare to be outside, there was a thunderous screech outside of my house. I first ignored the atrocious sound, until I heard the screech once again and finally urged my mom to go see what was outside. To our surprise, she came back with a little nappy white kitten once freezing to death on this frosty winter night, now curled up in mom’s loving arms. My family brought this little fur ball into our house to warm her up, and we instantly fell head over heels in love. Being instantly attached, we named her Mufossa (Moofy for short), even though my parents were only planning on keeping her on the heated porch until
The day Mom got Sugar was somewhat frightening for me. Obviously, I wanted nothing to do with the dog, I never planned to be in the same room as the dog, much less, take care of the dog. After all, Mom was supposed to take care of the dog. Slowly, I fell in love with her. She looked stern and loving. Her warm, brown eyes and pearly white smile only helped me fall in love with her. Not long after that I started to enjoy her company. Sugar was a loyal dog, she wanted to please everyone. When we went for a walk Sugar would come with us. We kept her on a leash, yet she never strayed from us.
Ever since I was little I’ve been what you would call a “high achieving” kid. I did well in school, I did well in sports and I did well in my community. I was always the first one to class, and the last one to leave the field. I was the kid that all my friends’ parents compared their children to. I was the kid with a room full of trophies and awards. In my mind, the worst possible thing I could do was disappoint the people around me. In elementary school I was involved in every club imaginable. I was in the band, I played in the orchestra, I sang solos for chorus, I was in the math club, I was president of student council, I played travel soccer, I was involved in every activity possible, and I excelled in all of them. This
When I was nine years old my grandparents adopted a two year puppy named, maximilian. We, of course, called him Max. When we went to the kennel to pick out a new dog Max didn 't seem like an option. He was a scrawny little puppy tucked in the corner of the shelter. Max was a boisterous springer spaniel mix, and when we first got him he was black and white. Overtime his white fur was masked by black spots, similar to age spots, which made him uniquely mine. Max was suppose to my grandfathers new hunting dog when he was newly adopted. However, at the very first gunshot Max bolted and my grandfather spent a three hours looking for Max in the woods. After the hunting incident my grandfather wrote Max off and, he became my dog.
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.