On a chilly, December day, the Peterson family began their day as usual. The day started with the father, Paul, making breakfast while the mother, Lia, packed lunches. They had one daughter, Taylor. She was in ninth grade at Westfield high. This particular morning when they were getting ready for work and school, Taylor excitedly reminded her parents about her upcoming choir concert that night. Taylor had been given a solo and was excited to surprise her parents with it. As they headed out the door, they all gave hugs and said their I love you's. Taylor watched her parents drive away together as she waited for the bus to pick her up. When Taylor got to school, she noticed that it was starting to snow rather hard. She hoped that the snow would let up so the concert would not get canceled. As the day drug on and the weather only got worse. Westfield High decided to send its students home and cancel …show more content…
After telling the woman about her decision to go to a foster home, she was immediately taken to a car to be brought there. When Taylor arrived at what seemed to be an old run down farm, she got an uneasy feeling. It was a small family, just a father and his two young children. As Taylor made her way to the house, she noticed how unmaintained this small farm was. The father welcomed her and led her inside the house. The house was very small, it had three tiny bedrooms and one bathroom. The children showed Taylor to her room. Taylor was tired from the long day and decided to go to bed early. When she woke up in the morning, she spotted a note on the bedside table. The note was a list of things Taylor had to do that day. She was to make breakfast, lunch and dinner, clean the kitchen, living room and bathroom, then make the beds. As Taylor was doing these things, she began to feel as if these people just wanted her to be their
She picked a seat in the way back, away from all the people. She silently stared out the window making a quiet list inside her head of all the things she had forgotten and all the people she remembered. Tears silently slid down her face as she remembered her aunt crying and cousins afraid of the dark in their house. She couldn’t do it anymore. It was the best for everyone she thought. Deep down though she knew how hard it would be for everyone to find out she was leaving. From her family’s tears, to the lady in the grocery store who was always so kind and remembered her name. She also knew how
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
Mary Jane was a woman from California she was married to a man by the name of Dan and they had two children Brad and Stacey. They had to move to Seattle because her husband Dan had gotten a job offer at Microrule. When they moved it wasn't long before when Mary Jane found a job as a supervisor at First Guarantee Financial, this was one of Seattle's largest financial institutions. Everything had been going good for both of them. Then after twelve months of being in Seattle Mary Jane's husband was rushed to the hospital with a burst aneurysm unfortunately he never regained consciousness and then died. It was real tough on Mary Jane but she went on, she had to support her family as a single parent. So three years had gone by when Mary Jane accepted a promotion to move up to the third floor at First Guarantee Financial. The third floor was a place that everyone talked about they basically bad mouthed about them, they did not have a good reputation. They were known as the energy dump. The only reason why Mary Jane was taking this job was because when her husband passed away not all the medical expenses were covered so she had to pay for them and provide for the family. At the same time she wondered what had she gotten into. If she only knew what she had in for her?
The past few weeks had been hot, dry, and rainless. A drought. Rain had not fallen for three months. Though, despite the drought, the O’Leary family had been having an exceptional October. The O’Leary family consisted of Mrs. O’Leary, her husband and 5 children. Mr. O’Leary worked as a laborer, as Mrs. O’Leary kept with the cows and the children. The family was on welfare, but were livng pretty fair lives, and Mrs. O’Leary was selling fresh milk on the side. A small way to make some more money for her family.
It was a sunny day with a sweet aroma of blooming tulips. The sunlight glittered on their faces as the breeze rattled the chestnut tree above. There was an occasional giggle as they talked, but there was also a hint of discomfort and awkwardness between them as they peeked at each other’s face and recoiled when the other looked up. When the bell rang twice, I saw them say goodbye and walk away from each other. In the darkness of the crowd, a glimmer flashed into my eyes from Hannah’s cheeks.
Taylor had a goal, a reason to achieve it, had many challenges along the way and in the end found her reason to thrive. Had Taylor stayed in town, there is a good chance she would have followed the rest of her peers, getting pregnant ad married without any thought to the world outside. Taylor Greer learned that she could rise above small town culture, be herself and thrive. This can be a lesson to readers and critics that life is a quest, and the most important part of it is our development and to find our place in the
The story leads the reader on an exploratory journey to witness the neglect by Emily's extremely guilty mother. This is described by the children's cry when they are left with strangers, lacking attention and love due to the fact she is a single parent at a time where this was not commonly accepted in the community, causing a lot of emotional distress.
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.
The small legs that whisked back and forth in the open space of the vehicle were full of energy. The young girl spent the day with the two people she admired the most. A bigger version of herself sat in the passenger seat with her husband driving next to her. They laughed over conversation. Every so often, the girl would stick thin fingers against her mother’s shoulder to receive her attention. She would say something trivial and obvious, but her mother would still entertain her. She absorbed every phrase her daughter said as if each filled her with a tremendous joy and was the greatest thing ever spoken. Her mother had selected a black dress for her today with a large white ribbon tied around her midsection. Her hair had been combed back in two braids so that the tips were touching her shoulder blades. They were coming home late from a Christmas party at church.
The Williams family is one crazy family full of hustlers, drug dealers and gangsters. My generation of the family is nothing like the older generation. My family tree started in 1945 with my grandfather grew up in a foster home. However, he told me growing up in a foster care was very tough, you didn't have nobody to look out for so you had to look out for yourself all times. After 15 years in foster care he move out to start a career and try to make career for himself. It's now 1971 my grandfather had his first child, Jermaine Williams, that's my uncle. My father wasn't born until 1975, my father use to tell me my grandfather was very hard on them. He only was tough on them because he grew up in a hard environment. My father did not like him at all, my grandfather end up dying in 10 years later after he had his last child my auntie Meme.
Chloe Smith was arriving at her middle school, Williamsburg High. When she got into homeroom, she noticed that her best friend, Sam Reynolds, was missing. “Maybe she’s just late. I’ll see her at lunch.” wondered Chloe. Once lunch time rolled around, Sam was still nowhere to be found. She then knew something was wrong. Chloe sat the rest of lunch in silence while all of the kids stared at her.
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
In 1984 Ronald Reagan was President of the United States. Prince’s song When Doves Cry was number one on the Top Hits chart. On a hot, summer night my mother goes into labor with her third child. At 12:18am on August 25, 1984 I was born to Aubrey and Betty Hall in a Dallas hospital. My mother chose to name me Heather after the Scottish Heather flower referencing our Scottish heritage. My father picked my middle name, Jane, after his favorite grandmother. I was born into a loving family consisting of a father, mother, sister, and brother. A few years later our family of five turns into a family of eight with the births of another sister and two more brothers. Three boys and three girls, we were practically the Brady Bunch. There has been so
High school senior year came and Paisley was over welled. She already had a 2 year old son ,named Tyson. She knew she had to prove her mother wrong and graduate with honors. She studied day and night. Paisley graduated valedictorian. Nothing could impress her mother. Wanda was still upset because she had a child in school.
Diverse is a term I would use to describe my family before I was born. My family is extremely large. My mother’s side of the family is from Boston, Massachusetts. My great grandmother Elizabeth(May) Pettway is Native American. My grandmother Lena Pettway was married to my grandad Otis Pettway who is also half Native American. On my father’s side of the family my grandmother’s name is Bessie Watkins and her mother’s name was Alene Watkins. I never had the chance to know my grandfather on my father's side of the family. I have almost four sets of grandparents.