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The time I was lost at Walmart, I was six years old I was mad about something and that’s when I started wandering off somewhere until finally I turned around my mom was gone I looked all around couldn’t find her anywhere the feeling of me being by myself without know one being here with me to protect me or be here with me, I felt like I lost her forever and that I can’t find her anywhere because Walmart was like a huge store so it was gonna be tough to find her, after a while I started crying and calling her name “mom!”, at that moment one of the employees at the store helped me find my mom by operating on this entercom and called her name luckily I knew her name because if I didn’t how else will I suppose to find her, next they called her
Months later, I woke up and walked down stairs to make my oats. I walked downstairs and was looking for my Father. I looked everywhere in the house before I noticed he was no-where to be found. Then I walked into the living room and saw my Mother. She was hysterical. Tears were running down her cheek like the Mississippi flowed into the Gulf of Mexico.
I wake up in the morning and I can feel the bracelet sliding down my arm as I get up. The bracelet feels warmer than usual, this maybe because my arms are covered with blankets that make it warm during the night. When I wake up in the morning my bracelet has no distinct smell…but when I am getting ready I put perfume on that lingers on to the bracelet throughout the day. So it smells fruity almost like fresh berries that you would smell as you walk through the produce section of the grocery store. But a good smell, fresh and fruity.
After I got released from prison, - I was like 24 years old -. I decided to search for my parents because I thought that they traveled - as the man said -. I searched and I searched, then found them dead. I was very
There is always one creepy house on the street, this house is Mr. Frazier. I need to find a way to sneak in to Mr. Frazier’s house alexander said. Maybe I can use dads ladder to climb in to Mr. Frazier back window. Alexander climbed up to the back window. Bing pow boom bark bark bark! Alexander falls down the ladder. I have to find a way to get rid of those dogs.
I must have been a very little girl, probably about four years old. The memory is somewhat fuzzy, but I do remember that I had been naughty and that I had been made to stand in the corner of our dining room as a result. I think I was being punished for my antics at the dinner table. While I stood there feeling incredibly sorry for myself, I could hear the rest of my family in the other room talking and laughing. This only made me feel even more sad and alone than before. I began to feel neglected and I decided that my mother had forgotten about me.
Cassidy, Audra, Kaylee and I were in the car on our way to Mall of America for Kaylee's 14th birthday. I was literally so excited to go because I love Mall of America so much, and not to mention I love to go shopping. The ride to minnesota was extremely long, but to pass the time we watched the entire Twilight series, so that was a very interesting process. When we finally got to Minnesota we went to the cozy little hotel and had lunch while we were waiting to go to the mall. We went to the mall shortly after going to the hotel and finally started our fantastic shopping spree.
In the years following my work experience at The Warehouse, I recounted the stories of the pranks we played with pride and delight. Relishing the amount of time invested to set the pranks, I loved how dedicated we were in the pursuit of a laugh. Now my perspective on the mischief and antics force me to face a different and darker side of myself that I’d like to forget. I realized that I learned valuable life lessons about people that might have been wasted on me at the time. Fortunately these experiences were there when I needed them later in life.
and there was no sign of my mom. The police officer thought of taking me to a nearby police station, where he told me to sit at a desk. He later asked me if I was hungry. I nodded my head slowly. He brought me a sandwich and a soft drink. On the other hand, my mom was screaming everywhere and asking around about me. There was no one to help her, however, an old lady who I met before walked to her. She said slowly, “I have seen your son…” My mom folded her hands together and begged to her, “Please... can you please tell me where he is?” “I saw him with a police officer and he took him to a nearby police station.” My mom thanked her and quickly ran to the nearby police station. Few minutes later, she finally arrived. She walked in and asked the police officer sitting at the front desk about me. While I was eating the sandwich, I heard my mom. I jumped off the desk and yelled, “Mom!” I ran to her and hugged her tightly. She started crying and hugged me back. It was very a beautiful moment. My mom cried on my shoulders and said, “Baby, I love you so much.” I smiled and said, “I love you too mommy.” The police officers around us smiled at us. We then walked home
We slept in that violently silent room. Throughout the night they took my mother in for question about five times, and of course I trailed behind her all five of those times. They asked her the same questions over and over again. My mother barley answered the questions because of how hard she was crying. At those moments all I wanted to do was get in an airplane
It was Spring of my freshman year of high school, and I was standing in front of my school, laughing and talking with one of my best friends waiting for my Mother to pick me up. I could not wait to see her and tell her how amazing my day had been. The second I saw her white Honda Pilot pull into a parking spot I raced over to see her, but my Mom was not there. Instead it was my Dad in the driver’s seat. I was confused since usually I would have gotten a text or phone call that someone else was picking me up. He obviously saw the confusion on my face and said, “Your mom is at home with your brother Zach.” I did not
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,
Even though I clearly remember all the sanity me and my little family went through. I never wanted them to know their mother just up and disappear on them. I took a deep breath and was about ready to tell them the whole truth. They already knew too much. But right before I could speak, I became suddenly unspoken-less. They gave me this look, not a look of sadness, more like a look of pride and honor. They both huddle close to me and gave me a hug. The words that came from their mouths next. I 'll never forget
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...
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.