Then, in an answer, my eldest child, 12 year-old Paloma, strolled in with my sister’s hand tucked in hers. Apparently, girl-talk was going on. What a wonder to think that my sister, my other half, the one that listened to my secrets and let me use her clothes, was now being a second mother to my kids. As we were saying Grace before our Thanksgiving dinner, I looked around and thanked God for the family I had with me: my mom, my husband and my children, and my sister, her husband and her two children. Between bites and laughter, we enjoyed dinner and a movie together.
Or maybe it’s only me who feels that way when I heard bad news. After all, I do have asthma. I remained in my corner, staring at a hole in our white sofa as my sister asked more and more questions, and my dad tried his best to answer them. After ten minutes I had had enough. I got up and ran to my bathroom and locked the door, and didn’t leave the room until the next morning.
By the seventh year of my second child’s birth I surprised my wife with a vacation to Hawaii. I remember that morning like it was yesterday. Just like any other day I heard my wife in our girl’s room packing their bags and getting them ready for grandma’s house. Grandma didn’t live too far from us in a small town where there is plenty of greenery and large plots of land everywhere. I loved taking the girls to their grandma’s because they spent a lot of time outside in the fresh air... ... middle of paper ... ...nd I asked her where my wife was and what had happened.
I don’t think he’s in the house at all.” A small ball of anxiety started to form in the pit of Helen’s stomach. The doors have been open and shut all day she thought. As if Paul had read her thoughts he began to walk quickly upstairs to do a more thorough check of all of the rooms Bailey could have been hiding in. After the family searched their home together they resolved that t... ... middle of paper ... ...he porch a beautifully familiar roly poly Boston terrier came rushing at the family. “Bailey!” Sonya screamed happily.
When I got to stay over at a friend's house, I finally got the chance to relax and be happy. In my house people were constantly fighting and shouting at each other. That Saturday started off like any normal morning. I woke up, wearing my favorite pink bathrobe that my grandpa bought me for my birthday just a few days earilier. I sprinted to the pantry and snatched the Reese's Puffs like they would not have been there if I had waited another second to get them.
Complete Darkness - Original Writing I woke up in complete darkness with an uncontrollable sharp stabbing pain in my jaw, it was the middle of the night and I was about ten, I had been sleeping in the top bunk bed in our Camper Van. I gave out a great cry of pain and I could hear my mum coming down the steps from her cabin bed. She switched on a light and I could see blood all over the camper vans lineal floor, I could hear my sister Jenna complaining about the bright light that had awoken her from her deep sleep, Mum told her to go back to sleep. My mum took me up of the floor and placed me into the bed and I can remember jumping up and down with the pain. Mum took me into the bathroom to clean up the blood and I remember her holding me on her knee while she sponged my face with a facecloth.
The house was the same unusual quiet that it was on a Saturday morning, her mum still in bed and her brother crashed out on the couch probably stuffing his face with the first, most unhealthy thing he could find in the kitchen. She decided to go downstairs for some breakfast. "Joel get up you lazy get! Jo is right, all you ever do is eat and sleep!" she stormed past him into the kitchen to put the kettle on for her mum.
(-simple sentence) So I prepared Abby’s food and some of my cheer seeped back as I danced around the kitchen. My dad trumped down the stairs about five minutes later with a thunderous, “Good morning, Leah Bug!” (-dialogue) I flashed a dazzling smile in response and continued my work. After I finished, I set the bowl next to a newly filled bowl of water and with one last look at my parents, hiked up the stairs to release the beast (-hyperbole). Abby always slept in my sister, Emily’s, bedroom and since she did not have food, water, or the bathroom all night, she was one happy camper when she was finally released in the morning. (-complex sentence) I cleared the top of the step and paused for a moment with my hand on the doorknob and a strong sense of foreboding.
Almost in the same hour the next morning, I had to rush upstairs for the same reason. By the end of the day we had placed a sign indicating, "This toilet is out of order! ", on the door of the toilet. Instead, a bedside toilet was installed with a restricted amount of paper. Because of her failing memory, Mother wipes herself as long as there are tissues, forgetting that she has already done so.
The other half of my family lives in my hometown, Brownsville, Tennessee (mom, dad, sister, and my two brothers). My family from Decatur travels down to Brownsville for Christmas every year. This has transpired ever since I was a little girl. Everyone would gather in the kitchen to help cook the food. When the food is prepared, all the children huddle up in the kitchen at the pleasant smell of food.