I was seven years old when I start to be aware about my surroundings, which was also my first year going to the school. I start ask questions about life, in particular my own life, who I was, where I come from, where do I go. I lived with a big family, my parents, my two brothers and one sister, grandparents and two disabled uncles, but my house was always filled of new people every day, because of my grand mom skills as a folk healer, sometimes late at night somebody knock the door looking for comforting, prayers or medicine and the person was welcomed by my grand mom, nobody was turned down no matter what time of the day or night they would show up. An unusual childhood if I compared with the houses …show more content…
Strawberry ice-cream was my childhood flavour, my sister chocolate and my mom eat whatever was there, she just loved sweets so much so that it is sugar in it no matter the flavour she will eated and enjoy. Everybody in my neighbourhood and surrounds know who we are and was not surprinsing comeback to the home with extra food or gifts to my grand mom, she was so loved, I walked with proud because I knew about her importance in the city and I was the princess of her kingdom, I love to live in the castle. I loved to have this life, I loved the …show more content…
The day start like every other day, I woke up with the noises come from the kitchen and the smell of fresh brewed coffee make me feel hungry and with enough energy to get up, get dressed and start my day, I notice my mother come towards to my room, I could hear the crakiling in the floor and I knew that sound was not a good thing, she looked at me and said: pack your bag. I look at her with surprise in my eyes and ask: What you mean mom about pack my bag and she look at me with sad but firm eyes and I understand that she have no intention to explain anything to me and just give me her orders and leave and it was what she did, she give me the luggaged and left my room closing the door quietly. I always was a well behaved child, an example to my brothers and sister, off course I was a princess, so I accepted my faith and packed after I walked towards the living room where my mom and a lady with a short curly hair, beautiful green eyes and well dressed, she was holding a baby with redish chubby cheekbones and a curly brown hair tied up with a white ribbon and wearing a floral pink dress and, surrounded by two little boys who don’t stop touching each other, they looked like four to five years old to me,
When I was a child I thought everybody’s family would be the same, just your average family like mine and yours. My life as a child was a carefree life, I didn’t care for much, except stuff like doctors or dentist, I’ve done pretty much what an average kid did, I thought we had a good life going. When I went to my classmate’s house or meet their family they seemed like they were average to me. I never thought about how us as a family would have any trouble in the world, I was wrong.
It all started on an early Friday morning when my mom told me to run errand for her in a nearby market. The weather was calm and cloudy. There were no people walking in the streets, or even any other kinds of life. I wondered why the situation was different, but any way I headed to the market to fulfill my duty. To my surprise, when I arrived at the very center of the market, nobody was there. I asked myself if I came earlier than the others, and then I decided to wait for some minutes. I hanged around at least 30 minutes, but nobody came. My heart started to beat tremendously, and terror invaded my mind. When I was about to come back home, everything changed. Firstly, I have heard the sound of a bomb. It was extremely loud and I could not hear anything for a minute, then I fall down because of the severe pain in my ears. After couple minutes, I lost
Life in the middle school and high school was not easy for me. I had become an introvert, I still didn’t know how to be social, and I had very few friends. I was teased for being very quiet, and some people insinuated that I’m scared of fellow people. On the other hand life at home was difficult. My mother had become so bitter and pleased her was next to impossible. She became very harsh with my brother and me, and we were always scolded for even the smallest mistakes. Once in a while, my father would come for us and take us to the city he lived. I would look out of the windows as we drove out of town and would imagine how life in another city would feel like. I looked at the skies, and all I saw were promises of a better future. All my life I had lived in San
I would say that my childhood was very different from most children. For me, there really was no stable place that I would consider to be my true home. Due to my dad’s job in banking and finance, I have lived in Chicago, San Francisco, Boston and now Connecticut where I currently reside. As a child growing up, I remember very well, those feelings of nervousness and anxiety being the new kid in school. I would share to my classmates that I had just moved from a prior city and have lived in “this place and that place” and they would stare at me in awe. They had thought that I had the coolest childhood and was so fortunate to see all of the United States. However, for me, that was not what I wanted. I wanted stability. I wanted to develop a core
Going back forty-five years is not an easy task to complete because I can’t remember some of the finer details of my childhood. I know I was born on a hot August afternoon in Birth Year at Place Of Birth in City ands State. My mother was just twenty-two at the time and was already the mother of two, I was her third child. My father was twenty-one and already a workaholic, I know because my mother would constantly remind me not to be like that. My mother and father were good parents and they tried to give us the best upbringing they could. My father was the kind of person that believed he should provide and protect his family, and he did a very good job of doing that.
I went closely to my grandmother, I kiss her and I told her I will come any holy that I get time. My mother is waiting outside the house. She carried, when she sows me, how I am skinny and weak. I run toward her. I kiss her and she kisses me. I told her not to Carrie, because I am strong, I will be going back to visit my grandmother during my holy days. She was happy the way I have changed through physical, mentally and behavior. The next morning my father took me to the school. Whenever I went do something bad I will remember the advice of my grandmother and the hard life of the rural area. I become good students, who always help his family, respect his teachers and performing good grade in the school. Schools close I use visit my grandmother. All the people ask questions about my father, where he took me. Rural area is kind of rehabilitation
The 31/05/2013 is a very special date for me and my husband André, it is the day our baby Kevin was born. After 12 hours of labour in the hospital, we finally heard him cry, we got to see him for the first time and there is nothing that can be compared to that feeling.
It was the day, the day I have been counting down for weeks, the day I was most excited for, my birthday. I woke up on this wonderful morning to the smell of eggs and bacon streaming through the whole house. As I was about to get up and start my day my parents barged in my room shouting “Happy Birthday” while handing me a plate of food bigger than my head and a cup of hot coffee. I scarfed my food down so quick that I barley had time to breathe. I couldn 't contain my excitement any longer. I was waiting for all my friends to come over so that we could start all the activities we had planned for the day.
After half an hour of waiting for someone to call and my sister and dad to come home also thinking about what to do. I gave up and went to take a shower. When I came out, my bed was made and my mom called me down for breakfast, which I didn’t feel like having. I just drank a glass of orange juice. My mother went to the porch to sit. After a few seconds I decided to join her. Since I had nothing better to do at that moment, I asked her where my sister and dad had gone. All she said was “I don’t know”. I gu...
As I finished eating, I heard the horn of my uncle’s car outside of my house, they seemed happy and ready to go. We all left at the same time, heading to my grandparent’s ranch. Once we get there, my cousins and I rushed to my grandfather’s fruit trees. He had apple trees, orange trees, lime trees, among others delicious fruits. As the time passed, lunch time came and everybody was called to eat. One of my uncles knows how to cook, and since he was in charge of the meat, he knew what to do to make it better. I remember the taste of that meat, it was delicious and everyone love
I wanted every moment to count, because every moment matters. A week...just to spend seflessly giving to those from whom even the simple joys of life had been selflessly taken. Over and again I prayed God would prepare my heart + use me to make a difference...be it just for one.
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were
I could "snooze" as my dad urged himself to go onward towards Arizona as he
Everyone has a memorable unforgettable moment in their life time and will charish that momement as long as they live. I am one of those many with a memorable loving moment. I will never forget it and happy to share it with others. It has been one of many favorite moment in my life. That it even open my heart to be happy and always thankful.
Here is where my story begins. Back in Uzbekistan, I used live in Samarkand, one of the oldest cities in central Asia. In there I used to live with my parents in a huge house, which now I miss the most about my country.There was a courtyard where me and my brother used to play together. He used to follow me everywhere. It was my 6 birthday and the day before my birthday I was so excited. I was hoping for surprises, something that I never would expect. I even asked my family members about my birthday presents. I really wanted something, so that it can change my life. I really wanted to grow up fast.