A Moment of Shock-Personal Narrative I ring the doorbell at my friend shazia's house while balancing my bookbag on one shoulder. This is one of the many days when my childhood friend Shazia and I have decided to study together for our upcoming semester finals Today the only difference is that we are studying at her house where there is always a lot of commotion because of her younger siblings. But I did not mind because I know Shazia is stuck babysitting her five year old brother, Hussein and three year old sister, Ailia due to her mom’s unexpected pregnancy; because of complications that had occurred her mom had to go to California for delivery. This had left Shazia who was always dependent on her mother incharge of everything. The door is opened hurriedly after three to four rings by a tired looking Shazia, she motions me to follow her to the kitchen where I see that she is trying to cook lunch for her brother and sister. A second later the house is filled with Shazia’s sister Ailia voice shouting “mom, mom”, subconsciously calling her mom while her brother Hussein is chasing her all over the house. After a lot of shouting by Shazia, Ailia and Hussein finally sit on the table to have their lunch. Looking at Shazia watching over her siblings, taking care of them and making them eat food in a way reminds me of a mom taking care of her children. Just then the phone rings and immediately Shazia, Hussein and Ailia run to get the phone saying, “it’s mom, it’s mom,” Shazia being the oldest gets the phone first and immediately her face brightens listening to her mom’s voice on the other end. To my surprise Shazia acts totally different with her mom on the phone, she tells her that everything is fine and her brother and sister are behaving very well, she does not want her mom to take any tension while she is having a baby. She hangs up excitedly telling her brother and sister that they will have a baby that they can play with very soon while telling me that her mom was about to leave for the hospital because of labor pains. We both pray silently in our hearts for Shazia's mom to be fine, the only thing that really bothered me in the back of my mind was why did her mom have to go to California for delivery?
There is a slight glimmer of hope when the school year ends and the girls all receive their report cards. They stand eagerly in the hallway, none of them can break their gaze at the slips of paper in their teacher’s hands. Pashtana finishes 15th in her class and in this moment looks forward to a new year in the 8th grade. Unfortunately, Pashtana and her family were living off of $7 a week, a dollar to spend a day. She soon got married to her cousin and has not been back to school since their last day.
On an ordinary day, Leslie opens the main door of her house, when she walked inside she saw her mom and sister Islla sitting on the coach. Islla was crying, and Leslie ask her “What happened?’ Why you crying?’”. Islla told her that she is pregnant and that she wants to keep the baby even if her boyfriend will be against the baby, but she will need to drop out from her University. In a few minutes of thinking, Leslie decided and told her sister “You don’t need to drop out I will help you to babysit with my nephew.”
First, there is the setting of a strict military like boarding school where the students, all females, are craving the love and affection that they are missing from their family. One particular student, Manuela von Meinhardis, had just recently joined the school after the recent death of her mother. She is particularly vulnerable to the love and care that is provided by the only caring teacher in the school, Fraulein von Bernburg.
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
I had mixed feelings one time when my friend, Gracie’s, twin sister was depressed. Her name is Meghan and she is 15 years old. She was depressed because her mom, Cathy, and her step dad had just split up. Meghan and her step dad were really close, so their breakup was not that easy for her. She had attempted suicide a few times for this reason. I should have said something that could have prevented her from trying to attempt suicide again. I learned that a friend is worth more than a secret.
Her eyes were heavy, her body weak. As she crawled into the bathroom two feet away, Abby felt her body slowly succumbing to the numbness. All of her pain would be gone in less than 10 minutes, so why would she want to turn back? What about the senior trip Abby had planned with her best friend? What about the chair at the dinner table that would now be vacant? A couple of hours later Abby’s family came home from her little sister’s soccer game. Little did they know what they would find as they approached the top of the stairs. Her little sister, Ali, stood still as she looked down at her feet. There on the cold floor lay her big sister, her role model, and her super hero. Ali was crushed when she saw the pill bottle in her hand and the pale color of her skin. Her mom fell to her knees screaming and crying, wondering where she
Isa was a happy six year-old who had all of her parents’ love and affection. And one special friend, Lael. Isa and Lael were neighbours and best friends since they could walk and talk. Unfortunately, things started to go downhill in Lael’s life as his parents spent less and less time with him. But Isa gave
Many pivotal moments appear in a human beings life to change the way that individual thinks. All human experiences shape the way a person becomes. The death of my 20 year old second cousin changed my perspective on life. It was not because he was close to me or had a huge impact on my life, but because such a young life ended so suddenly. I got to experience how that impacted and even changed certain people. I came to the realization that all those stories on the news actually happen to real life people. These stories seem so unimaginable, but from that point on, I realized that anything can happen to anyone in the simple blink of an eye. I learned that although every human envisions certain things to occur in their lifetime, many aspects cannot
I was being held under with no idea when I may get up, getting tumbled and dragged along the ocean floor. Each chance I pop up and gasp for another breath of air another wave crashes on me causing me to choke on the salt from the ocean. This has been my experience in high school, and once I am graduated it will feel like I can finally catch my breath and ride that first wave.
Given with her vulnerable, sickly sate, Amor went to home in order to seek rest and comfort in the arms of her family. Her arrival was a surprise for her family. Two things brought their surprise. First was that they are shocked that Amor is home again, and second was Amor’s state when she got home, a...
Bride grew up without love, tenderness, affection or an apology from her mother which are main factors in the formation of a child’s character. As if growing up without a mother’s warmth weren’t bad enough, she was also marginalized by her own society. Bride was always made fun and was bullied by her classmates and others. Those two facts combined, her mother’s and society’s cruelty, would eventually cause her to falsely accuse Sofia of sexually assaulting her. Because of her accusation, the court condemned an innocent woman to jail.
Mara was a beautiful girl; she lived with her mother and two sisters. Mara was very smart. She would always made sure that she was her best at very thing she did. One thing about her was that she was very competitive. She always made sure that she was the best in her class. She loved to read. She began reading at an early stage. When she was in middle school, she wouldn’t do things girls her age did. She would stay in side her home most of the time reading or doing her house work. She loved her mother and her to sister, to an extent that she would sacrifice what she has to help her family out.
Ever since I was little I’ve been what you would call a “high achieving” kid. I did well in school, I did well in sports and I did well in my community. I was always the first one to class, and the last one to leave the field. I was the kid that all my friends’ parents compared their children to. I was the kid with a room full of trophies and awards. In my mind, the worst possible thing I could do was disappoint the people around me. In elementary school I was involved in every club imaginable. I was in the band, I played in the orchestra, I sang solos for chorus, I was in the math club, I was president of student council, I played travel soccer, I was involved in every activity possible, and I excelled in all of them. This
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.
Years ago I had the most terrifying, shocking day of my life. I had between seven or eight years when this happened. The day before the accident, all my family was at my grandfather’s house. We all were eating the food my mother and my aunts brought, telling jokes at the dinner table. Meanwhile, I was playing with my cousins in the backyard. Everyone was enjoying the family meeting. As the time passed by and everyone was about to go home, my mother suggested the idea that we all should go at my grandparent’s ranch next day, since everyone was in town we all could have the chance to go. Everyone liked the idea. It was the perfect time to go because it was a weekend. As they all agreed to go, they begun to decide who bring what to the gathering. Who would have thought that thanks to that suggestion, I would lead me to the hospital the day of the reunion.