When Dad put Baby Sister in his arms, Aaron’s eyes opened wide. “She’s so warm. And she feels so…floppy.” Dad snapped the picture and then took another one for good measure. Baby Sister fluttered her eyelids a bit and gurgled. Some really icky-looking stuff dribbled from her mouth. Before Aaron had time to ask his dad about it, there was another smell. Aaron knew what that was. “Oh, gross. She pooped on me!” He held Baby Sister high off his lap, and Dad snatched her. “Yuck.” Aaron jumped out of the chair, charged into the bathroom and slammed the door. He took two gulps of fresh air and opened the door a crack. The stench rolled toward the door from the funny-looking bed where Dad was changing Baby Sister. The sides of Baby Sister’s bed were clear, and she was looking right at him. Then the smell hit Aaron, and he slammed the door again. How could he ever have thought she smelled good! She smelled awful. “She’s going to stink up our whole house,” Aaron shouted through the door. “Remember when Mugsy had an accident in the house. It stunk really bad and this is worse.” “It will be gone in a minute,” his mom said. Aaron didn’t see how that would be possible. He waited a little while and gingerly opened the door a crack. He took a long whiff of air and found it fresh. Grandpa was holding Baby Sister. Grandpa’s eyes asked Aaron if he wanted to hold her. Aaron shook his head. How did Grandpa know how to hold a baby? Aaron stepped closer to the wheel chair. Baby Sister gazed intently at Grandpa and held tightly to one of Grandpa’s fingers. Grandpa smiled and invited Aaron to hold her hand. He was going to say “No”, but his hand just had a mind of its own and reached out to her. When his han... ... middle of paper ... ... room. He counted the diapers stacked neatly in the drawer; he counted the sleepers and the oncies; and he checked the side of the crib to make sure it went up and down smoothly. “Because, Dad, remember you had trouble with this when you were putting it together.” Dad pursed his lips and nodded. “Are you sure you have enough diapers? She poops a lot, you know.” Dad assured him they had plenty. On the way to the hospital to bring the Mom and Sally home, Dad asked if Aaron wanted to buy a homecoming gift for Sally. “Nope, I already put her gift in her room; but I bet Mom would like something.” Aaron picked out some bath oil that smelled like watermelon. After quite a lot of commotion, they were finally home. As Dad laid Sally in her new crib, Mom said gently, “Oh, Aaron.” Malarky’s fishbowl stood proudly on Sally’s yellow dresser.
Sixth grader Jodee enrolled at a private academy and the first few months were without incident. Jodee reveled in having friends and tried to do everything right to stay in good standing. The trouble started when she called her mother to leave the party early. Jodee begged her mother not to tell her what was going on with the twelve-year-olds—but they were all caught in the act. Monday morning at school she found her favorite suede shoes floating in a toilet bowl of urine with a note attached—“Bitch, this is just the beginning.”
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.
Then she saw a greasy china plate that had bread crumbs, cheese and sausage. The pungent of cheese made her stomach grumble. The man was very rude and insulted her because she couldn’t read. Then Frances headed home and on her way, she bumped into a girl with a nice, green, winter coat. She imagined her Ma in that coat, twirling around with a smile on her face. The girl’s mother said a rather offensive sentence about Frances and walked away with her daughter.
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
Feeling jubilant and excited, they immersed themselves in hot water and soap and went to bed in what seemed like the most comfortable beds that they have ever laid on. Waking the next afternoon, the woman had freshly washed and ironed clothes laid out for them and a hot breakfast. The only thing that Josh had a problem doing was finding a way to thank the woman for all she had done for them. For she had restored his confidence, and gave him the encouragement that he needed to continue on his journey. Finally, the woman allowed them to write a letter to their mother, giving her comfort in knowing that they were still
“I stepped into the room to remind my daughter of her school homework that was due tomorrow and all of a sudden, seeing her bed empty…it came to such a shock to me and my husband!”, Mrs Burke exclaimed.
One day Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout was supposed to be cleaning.She needed to take out the trash but Sarah didn’t .She would scour the pots and scrape the pans .Every couple of minutes her father said,
A gust of air audibly exited my lungs as I opened the creaky door of my mother’s beat up four door car. Charley didn’t have the same spring in his step that was present in his youth, but he did his best to run over and hop in. I wish he didn’t try so hard. My heart sank as he made vain attempts at pulling himself into the vehicle. I bent down and gave him a little assistance. He was quick to turn around and look at me anxiously. He never felt comfortable if I wasn’t sitting with him. I took my place in the back seat and slowly closed the door.
Nancy was only four years old when her grandmother died. Her grandmother had a big lump on the lower right hand side of her back. The doctors removed it, but it was too late. The tumor had already spread throughout her body. Instead of having a lump on her back, she had a long stitched up incision there. She couldn’t move around; Nancy’s parents had to help her go to the bathroom and do all the simple things that she use to do all by herself. Nancy would ask her grandmother to get up to take her younger sister, Linh, and herself outside so they could play. She never got up. A couple of months later, an ambulance came by their house and took their grandmother away. That was the last time Nancy ever saw her alive. She was in the hospital for about a week and a half. Nancy’s parents never took them to see her. One day, Nancy saw her parents crying and she have never seen them cry before. They dropped Linh and her off at one of their friend’s house. Nancy got mad because she thought they were going shopping and didn’t take her with them.
The small legs that whisked back and forth in the open space of the vehicle were full of energy. The young girl spent the day with the two people she admired the most. A bigger version of herself sat in the passenger seat with her husband driving next to her. They laughed over conversation. Every so often, the girl would stick thin fingers against her mother’s shoulder to receive her attention. She would say something trivial and obvious, but her mother would still entertain her. She absorbed every phrase her daughter said as if each filled her with a tremendous joy and was the greatest thing ever spoken. Her mother had selected a black dress for her today with a large white ribbon tied around her midsection. Her hair had been combed back in two braids so that the tips were touching her shoulder blades. They were coming home late from a Christmas party at church.
The smell of disinfectant engulfed me as soon as I stepped into the hospital. My green sweater with the T-Rex on it did little to prevent chills from running down my spine, and I was suddenly very aware of how small and insignificant I must have looked. But despite all of this, the one thing I was truly terrified by was the knowledge that I was about to meet my new baby brother. I had been the baby of the family for the past five and a half years, and I wasn’t too keen on having to give up my title. Consequently, I was now the middle child of the family, and although I didn’t realize it at the time, the impact this would have on my life would be colossal.
I was lying in my bed, shocked and didn’t know what to do. Right then, my sister Kathryn, came out of her bedroom and went down the stairs. Me and my sister, Amanda, jumped up out of our bunk beds and followed after Kathryn. “Why are you here?” Said Kathryn. It was six o’clock in the morning and a policeman was standing in our living room. Well, I guess that’s one way to start a morning. He told us that he had been notified that there was a child in the road a couple blocks aways. He said that she told them her name was Heather and she only had pajamas on and no shoes. My sister Hannah came upstairs and the policeman told her what was going on. Hannah stared at the
“Smithy was not paying attention to the baby part. She was paying attention to the cancer part. Her mother had a 50% chance of dying. This baby, announced their mother, and she was smiling-Smithy always remembers that smile-is your brother or sister. A few days later, an ultrasound established that it was a baby boy. Mom was beaming. He’s healthy she said excitedly. You’re not, pointed the doctor. I’m tough. It’s only 5 more months. I’ll start chemo after the baby’s here. You’ll be dead by then. Mom shrugged.”
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.
There was an impending doom coming to the small town of Calamity. Unbeknownst to the citizens it would come firstly upon a church on the outskirts of a town. A few people were inside as the doom came closer. Preacher Tom was the first one in the church to sees what would haunt the town and was scared out of his wits. He pushes a young woman out of the doorway as he speeds into the church. He continues to bar the door and close up all of the windows as the surprised group stares on at him with suspicion. He dropped to his knees and prayed as a loud noise echoed through the building. The crowd began to scream as the windows rattled and the building swayed. All of a sudden, a whimper could be heard from the back side of the building. The sound was unmistakable, it was the tiny voice of little Lisa Cunningham. Mrs. Hamm hobbled quickly over to the door before anyone else could react. She threw the door open as Father Ted finally came to his senses. Lisa flung herself through the door into the arms of Mrs. Hamm. Father Ted lunged for the door and slammed his shoulder into it right before an unknown force bashed against the other side. Mrs. Hamm grasped the child as and attempted to console her as a sharp pain erupted in her breast. She looked down and saw a dark stain growing on her blue dress and jerked the child away. Everyone’s eyes went wide as they saw the scene unfolding before them. Lisa stood smiling; face covered in blood, and began to laugh hysterically. Mrs. Hamm was becoming hysterical as well, as she noticed that one side of her chest had become smaller than the other as a huge chunk had been bitten away by the child.