Wonder Essay Kara’s Perspective “Hey, rise and shine Kara! It’s 9:30!” screams my dad from downstairs. “Ugh! Why does he always wake me up instead of letting me SLEEP!” I whispered to myself in frustration. He is always the first voice I hear in the morning. My mom is always at work by 6:00. I move my feet around a bit and can’t find Lucy, my dog. I soon remembered she isn't there because she died two days ago. I woke up today, forgetting what happened… that Lucy got ran over by a drunk driver going bonkers on the road. I shift over and slide out of bed to look and see if it had finally snowed. I move the curtains to the side and see… grass, lots and lots of grass! “Why,” I think, “Can something finally go my way?!” After my Natalie’s coming over today! Yes!” I quietly celebrate to myself. Natalie is one of my best friends. She said she wants to talk about Lucy and cheer me up but I’m just not in the mood. I trod downstairs to eat breakfast that my dad is preparing for me. I’m not expecting the best culinary breakfast on earth, but he tries hard and cooks with I decided to try something different. I say, “When I was four, my cat also got run over by a car. I was devastated. It happened right in front of me.” Kara slowly stopped crying and began to listen to my story. I continued on. “Princess went across the street to go play with a stray cat. Halfway across the street, she was hit by a car. She was the happiest little kitty I have ever seen.” I was starting to cry but I held it in because I noticed that Kara had completely stopped crying. “I heard my little cat scream and turned around and...” I couldn’t finish. I didn’t have to finish. Kara knew what happened. I waited for a while then said, “My dad told me she was up in heaven having fun with God and Jesus and I believed him. I was only four so I believed in everything.” I paused again and took a few deep breaths. This story was hard for me to tell. “I wasn't that sad because I knew that God had a plan for me. I missed Princess of course, but my parents told me it was a learning moment.” I finally finished telling the story and waited for her to say something. Kara eventually said, “You told the story like it was no big deal that you cat died. Weren't you sad at all?” she
Click here to unlock this and over one million essaysShow More
Unfamiliarity, in the broadest sense, can evoke a feeling of fear or anxiety. However, my unique cultural upbringing has made me comfortable with unfamiliarity, and eager to embrace differences among people with compassion and tolerance. I am the product of a cultural infusion—I was born in the United Kingdom to an English father, but was influenced by the Turkish customs of my mother. While living in England, I grew up eating dinner on the floor, listening to Turkish music on the radio, and waking up to a poster of Kemal Ataturk. I spent every summer living in Turkey where I learned the language, saw the way different people lived, and became familiar with the practices of Islam. At 14 years old I was immersed in yet another culture when I
Hi, I’m angry and I’ll be starting you off with Kaya’s emotions. She tends to get a little bit sassy when I come out… okay, maybe really sassy. I hate when people ask stupid questions, it’s one of my biggest pet peeves. My little sister really gets on my nerves too; I remember this one time I stabbed her with a spoon because she kept copying me even when I told her to stop! I despise closed minded people, I am a very open minded person so it’s extremely annoying to see people who aren’t. Well thank you for letting me rant, which I tend to do a lot.
In the morning my father was there to drive us to school. I didn’t ask about the argument that I had heard the night before. I just figured somethings were better left alone. I could tell by my father’s face that he was upset. In all my fourteen years I had never seen him this upset accept for the night that my grandfather died.
The person i interviewed was a woman by the name of terri shore she stood 5’5 62 years old and free spirited unafraid of anything. she grew up in California in the ‘70s and excelled in all of her class she was high school valedictorian she experimented with drugs like LSD and Marijuana but it wasn't for her she said she married her high school boyfriend and move to europe because he join N.A.T.O . She took a job at the N.A.T.O newspaper as an editor after he was discharged they move back to california then they had a son named Jeff she got a job in marketing at the at this point in her life she had 2 kids in europe a girl and a boy and the last child was born in california. everything seem to be perfect but it wasn't for her she divorced her husband but they kept quiet from their kids while they live in the same home it didn't work out she move back to
My father knelt down and kissed my forehead as he said, “Don’t worry, Princess, Mommy will….Oh here she is now!” I sprang from my warm, sheltered seat and sprinted to the front window as quickly as my tiny legs could move. My fingers grasped the long, wooden windowsill and my little pug nose pressed against the window pain. My breath delivered a frosty appearance on the glass as my eyes strained to see my mother step out of her car. My toes ached with pain as I fought to stay in view with the outside world.