‘I’ll miss you too, my little Star’ I broke away from my Dad and walked on the train with my Mom she found me a compartment in the middle of the train, she put my trunk in the above compartment then she handed me a bag full of snacks and treats, I’m guessing the cooks had made me little breads and treats since they didn’t know how long the ride would be. I sat down nearest the window I could see my dad out the window waving at me. ‘We love you Stella and were so proud of you’ my mother was trying not to cry ‘Mom don’t cry, I’ll be ok, I’m getting a little comfortable now’ I said I heard a whistle then a man said ‘The Hogwarts Express will take off in 5 minutes’ my mom and I said our final goodbyes and was out the door with the rest of the parents waving goodbye to their kids. Just then the train whistle went off it was 11 o’clock the train started to move I climbed up on the seat opened the window and waved to my parents other kids were doing the same thing. Soon we were out of the station. ***A Little Ways Later*** I had taken a book out from my trunk to read when I heard the c...
Months later, I woke up and walked down stairs to make my oats. I walked downstairs and was looking for my Father. I looked everywhere in the house before I noticed he was no-where to be found. Then I walked into the living room and saw my Mother. She was hysterical. Tears were running down her cheek like the Mississippi flowed into the Gulf of Mexico.
Papa was already ready, and we started to go into the wagon. When we started to move I was so excited. The ride took way longer then I thought it would so I started playing with the dirt on the wagon floor. By the time I looked up we were in Strawberry, I felt the excitement rushing up to my head. We were one of the first wagons there so we were in the front.
I woke up my dad and told him that it was already light outside. He jumped out of bed and said we had to go. I went outside and started up the truck while my dad was getting dressed. When I opened the door to the trailer I noticed clear blue skies and a light frost that covered the ground. I jumped in the driver's seat of the 1990 white GMC Sierra, pushed in the clutch, and turned the key. The truck hesitated for about ten seconds and then started. I turned on the defroster and the windshield wipers so we wouldn?t have to scrape the frost.
The car ride lasted for what felt like an eternity, my parents continuously tried to make small talk but it never helped all I could think of was what I lost and couldn’t ever get back. We finally arrived at the gate leading to the house which looked more like an old...
reluctant, but finally agreed to go. As she was heading out the door her mother told her,
Valerie and my mom and me were spending the best time of our lives at Knott’s Berry Farm. We were going on the ride called super bullet. I told my sister “come on don’t be scared,” but she said no. I told my mom stay here with Valerie and my mom said, “Ok. I’ll stay and you go on the ride.” I told my mom thank you.
Right when he said that, I felt like a real mother. Then, I made a horrible realization. My prized possession; the picture of my mother and father, was in our room. I could not leave that behind. If I was going to die, I wanted to do it with them in my hand. Before I went back, I made sure that my brothers were safe. I put them on a lifeboat, hugged them, and said goodbye. I quietly prayed that this moment would not be the last time I saw them. Quickly, I ran as fast as I could back to the room.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
It was Christmas Eve and my grandparents had just arrived to be with us for the holidays. They always come over every year, it’s like a family tradition. We always watched The Polar Express that night, which is also a tradition we do. After that we usually make the cookies and get a glass of milk for Santa. Finally, we go to bed anxious for tomorrow. It was December 25th, Christmas morning, and I was twelve years old. I was so tired because it was seven o’clock in the morning. I couldn’t fall back asleep because I was so excited that it was Christmas. I crawled out of my bed and snuck into my brother’s room and woke him up. We watched tv in my brothers room until eight o’clock and then we rushed down the hall to the top of the stairs. We could
This all happened on December 1st , it was around 6 and the sun hadn't emerged yet. The coldness made me shiver. When I had done all my daily routines as I decided to get a hold of Jerry. I called to the Orphanage and tried to contact any friends of Jerry so I could know where
Dad drove and I sat behind him and held on to her legs. We finally made it to grandpa’s house and dropped her on the concrete pad next to one of the sheds, and we went up to the house to explain why we were going to be late for supper.
I was nervous of flying alone, and not knowing anyone over there, but most of all I was nervous, and anxious to meet my grandma. It was a long drive from the airport to my grandma’s house. Before getting to the town where my grandma lived my uncle drove through a long road full of dirt and everything I saw was dust filling the air because of the cars in front of us, malnourished dogs all over the street, and cows as if they were pedestrians. We stopped in front of a white and green house on the corner of the street. Next to the house was a store and right in front were a kiosk and this place called “la cancha” were the people in town played soccer. I got down the car and my grandma hugged me and kissed me and said I looked like my dad’s side of the family. She was loving right in that instant without really knowing me, but she was just like every other grandma. She looked and sounded just like my mom, dark skin, light brown hair, slanted eyes, and both their voice was soft. She made me feel comfortable and like at home that I couldn’t be afraid of her. She took me everywhere she went, she showed me around town and introduced me to family that knew my mom. When I left I cried not because I was scared, but because I didn’t want to leave my grandma. I loved my nana even if she was old because I started to understand that dying is part of life, were born to
It was a dark and cold night as we were driving from Gresham, Oregon, to Anaheim, California. All the children were in the back seat sound asleep except for me. My mom was in the front seat asleep as my dad drove.
With that I picked up the letter, shook Dumbeldore’s hand, walked to the door opening it I saw my parents fall on the floor
It was Friday morning and I was in the 5th grade at the time. My father decided to pull both me and my brother out of school. My mother wasn’t home. She had already gone up to the hospital with my grandmother.