Yanibel Reyes Santos She just got up one day and decided to almost give her life up for her kids. Well she did not legitimately give her life away but you would think she should have after hearing our famous family story. What 's ironic about it is that it does not get told that often it rarely gets told, it just a story you know because it got told to you once and then after that you just knew. The young kids don 't get told it though. It took them literally 17 years to tell me the story I just recently found out. I guess we call it our famous family story because it 's the story behind my family coming to live to America. My mother was born in Dominican Republic she was the first girl to the family so she always got spoiled and got everything she wanted. My grandmother knew that if she wanted to raise my daughter the way she always wanted to raise a girl, She saw to kids in a bike and took money out and payed them so they could tell her where she had to go next. They pointed to a house that was far but at this point with everything my grandmother had just gone through she felt like she hadn’t felt so close to anything like that house. Her and the guy she was with both walked towards the house and when they got there the people at the house already knew what it was they were there for. They brought my grandma and her friend stuff to eat and a phone so they could each call the person that was going to go pick them up. My grandmother father my great grandfather was who was going to go pick up my grandmother. He arrived at around seven at night that day. My grandmother and great grandfather paid the people and then left. Just like that she made it safe thank god and then that 's when the process to bring her kids to America as well started. She was illegal so she knew this first thing she had to do was become legal and become a resident so that 's what she
What her reasons for it were I don’t know. But she did a good job. She raised twelve children. She led a good life.”
She always talked about wanting to get away from the people and big city when she was older. She had plans of starting a life and did not want her kids accustomed to the big life she received. It all started making sense now. We believe she knew she was struggling with the cartel and wanted out of it. Fast. Some threats we heard when she would need to return money or drugs to the drug mules, were excruciating to hear. Mrs. White says, “I wish i would have known what was going on. I would have gotten her out of this right away. I do not understand how she hid it so well. She was looking as great as always and always had a smile. Long blonde hair and blue eyes. Toned and very athletic. I guess I could say she was strong enough to handle this battle and keep herself presentable. Her death has murdered me inside.”
Marie’s grandparent’s had an old farm house, which was one of many homes in which she lived, that she remembers most. The house was huge, she learned to walk, climb stairs, and find hiding places in it. The house had a wide wrap around porch with several wide sets of stairs both in front and in back. She remembers sitting on the steps and playing with one of the cats, with which there was a lot of cats living on the farm...
My great-great grandmother came to the United States in 1915, leaving home and family, fleeing the turmoil of the Mexican revolution for the safety of Texas. She was 19, a widow, alone, and expecting a child-my great-grandmother. I marvel at the courage,
It was a normal day, just like any other with the same daily routine and regular tactics. Grandma was at kidney dialysis, so my mom and I were enjoying some Chinese and watching TV. A few minutes later, my mom received an unexpected call from the nurse at dialysis. She explained that my grandma had had a stroke, and they had to call an ambulance.
My mother was the first person to come to America in my family. She came from Ethiopia. My grandfather wanted my mom to have more opportunity so he sent my mom when she was a freshmen in high school. My mom was 14 when she went. My mom was scared because she had no idea and her being 14 and going somewhere she doesn’t know and leaving her family was very hard for her. My mom traveled as a unaccompanied minor on a plane. My mom was in America just for her school and her parents wanted for to stay forever but visit. She went alone but her parents did eventually see her 20 years later. She had to overcome a lot of stuff dealing with immigration. She had to find a relative willing to let them be there guardian and she had to get her green card.
When I entered her room, I was surprised to discover she appeared to be a dying senior citizen, rather than a woman in her twenties, only a few years older than me. Her depression filled the room with a heaviness that was immediately felt. She knew she wouldn't live much longer. And the thought of leaving her young toddler children, both under the age of five and her husband was excruciatingly painful. I was overwhelmed.
In conclusion, coming to America wasn't an easy task to do, but my mom managed to do it. She made enough to take her family back in Peru out of poverty and become a citizen of America. Although she’s “American” my mom will never forget where she came from. She still likes to make Peruvian deserts and food, listen to Peruvian music, and watch Peruvian shows too. My mom’s story on immigration always inspires me and shows me how nothing in life is
A short story is a fictional piece of writing that can range from 1,000 to 20,000 words. Unlike a novel, he reader should be able to read a short story within a short amount of time. Because the length of a short story is shorter than a novel, it usually has one main character (minor characters can be added in limited amounts) and focuses on one plot, setting, and central theme.
The short story, “The Yellow Wallpaper,” written by Charlotte Perkins Gilman focuses on a young woman’s psychological downfall and her fascination with the wallpaper within the house she and her husband are living in. The woman begins to believe that the wallpaper is coming alive, which leads her to become confused with reality and fantasy. Gilman selects the crazed woman as the narrator of the story. Furthermore, Gilman uses first person point of view to effectively convey the woman’s emotions and feelings during her mental decline.
It was about one-thirty in the morning in the town of Homestead Michigan. The almost florescent light of the moon bouncing off the fresh puddles that covered the ground. The grass and trees were covered in a thin layer of water causing every little beam of light to reflect back up. Anyone who may have been outside at this time would have without double, smelled the mix of fresh dirt and night crawlers. As the moonlight started to fade away through the cloud cover, three buses made there way through the streets and parked in front of HHS, the local high school.
There was a girl named Kandy, she was 15 years old. Her life was extremely boring, all she ever did was go to school, go on her computer, eat and sleep. She spent all summer on her computer. She was really good with HTML and spent her free time making web sites. Kandy didn't have many friends and rarely talked to guys because she was shy and unconfident about her looks. That's why she went into chat rooms. She made a web site with pictures of herself on it and told people in chat rooms to go there. A lot of people would tell her how pretty she was and some would say she was ugly. That made her feel awful. When anyone would say anything nice to her, she wouldn't believe them and think that they were just making fun of her. She only had one real friend that she could talk to, her name was Ang.
We all, probably, have a story involving a drunk family member at a party or family reunion. Let’s just say my family has plenty. My uncle on my dad’s side of the family loves his tequila and brings his own bottle(s) to any family gathering. The particular family gathering you are about to hear about happened when I was about five years old. I can remember bits and pieces of the event in question but, the main part of the story happened past my bedtime.
Do you ever have that feeling of complete dread? Just wondering if the next few days will something big happen. Well I learned quickly that you should listen to your instincts or your gut is saying. You always think that your parents are immortal, always in reach. But they are not untouchable by death they are more like willow trees bending and bowing to the wind waiting for a strong enough wind to snap their branches. Did you ever think that maybe if you had said something, maybe the event would not have happened. Well, this is the journey of a family going to see how really fragile we humans really are. All in a matter of days.
The traditional short story is a genre of a prose. It is a fiction work that presents a world in the moment of an unexpected change. The traditional short story obeys some rules, such as the unexpected change and major events with detail. The modern short story is a revolution which is based on the traditional short story. In other words, if the traditional short story is in the first floor, the modern short story is in the second floor. Therefore, the modern short story still obeys some rules that the traditional short story obeys, and breaks some rules that the traditional short story obeys. One rule that the modern short story still uses is the unexpected change. The rules broken by the modern short story are that the major events are not detailed, and that the border between the real world and the fiction world. This paper first talks about the unexcepted change and uses the examples of “Eveline” and “The Open Window.” Then, this paper talks about major events with detail, and uses the examples of “Lottery,” “The Open Window” and “Hills Like White Elephants.” Finally, this paper talks about the meta-literary and the border between the real world and the fiction