Descriptive Essay On My Momma

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My Momma This is a memoir about my grandma . Who I called momma. I called my grandma momma because she was more like my mother then my grandmother. My momma was always there for me and would never let me down and plus I was her favorite grandchild. I remember the mornings momma would make hot pockets for breakfast and I also remember when I lost my taste buds because that hot pocket was just a little too hot. Those nights when we would just eat popcorn all night watching all the new movies we had bought. Sometimes we would just see who could stay up longer I would always win so one night I thought I would pour whipped cream of her face while she was sleeping. The next morning I heard her scream my name , oh boy the of sound of her …show more content…

I didnt even think to ask them what was wrong with her as the next day they came back home but she didn't come back i asked my uncle if she was coming home today as had made an easter egg for her. As days turned into mouths and the months felt like years without momma I had started to think she left me. I thought she was mad at me but I didn't know what did I do. Two weeks later my auntie came and picked me up I asked where were we going she said to go see momma I was so excited to finally see her. As we arrived my aunt explained to me why momma was gone and she was staying at the hospital for so long. Momma was getting sick I didn't know what she had they wouldn't tell me that part. Once we got to the floor momma was on my aunt told me to look at door e116 that was the room momma was in I hurried to the room as I slowed down once I got closer I turned around and look at my aunt she said walk in momma was there she look at me and smiled and said come here papa I ran and jumped on the chair to reach her her I hugged her and asked her when is she coming home she look at my aunt and …show more content…

Then I moved out here in hayward with my nina and nino as they took me in because went through some things and my dad wasn't around for years last time I seen him I was six so they took me and cared for me. After that I started to forget about momma and my nina would remind me of her she would tell me how she was doing good when she really wasn't. She’ll would also say she's doing okay she’ll get better. Then october 11th 2016 came it was six in the morning i heard my nina and nino talking Then I can hear my nina coming to my room so closed my eyes acted as if I was still asleep she entered my room she started shaking me to wake me up as I tired to ignore her but i turned my head and looked at her as she sat on my bed next to me she said Giovanni then took a deep breath and started to rub my back and slowly said your grandma past away to hours ago I knew she wasn't lying because the sound of her voice. I turned my head and put my face in my pillow and immediately started to cry. My nina knew I was crying but no one had ever seen me cry but mamaa because I had to much pride. As we got in the car to I was quiet my nina was callin me but acted like nobody was calling me as I was still trying to believe momma was gone for good this time. A week before I have went to visit here for the last a first time it hurt me alot because when I seen her she didn't even know who I was all she would is look at us like we have

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