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It was the first day of school. I was extremely nervous for my first day at the high school. I didn’t know my way around and was afraid I was going to get lost and be late to all of my classes. I walked into the building next to my older sister Morgan. People were crowding the commons and I didn’t know where any of my friends were. My sister turned to me as asked me where my advisory was, as that was the first class we were going to that day. I tell her the classroom number and she led me to the room. On the way there she described to me the general direction in which I would have to go in order to get to my other classes. Once at my advisory room, she said goodbye and left to go to her own class. I went through the day struggling, but yet …show more content…
It is tradition that on the last night of the mission trip there is a foot washing, where the youth leader washes the feet of all of the students and prays with them. This is always an emotional night and it helps to create an unbreakable bond between all of the students in our youth group. This was my first foot washing as it was also my first mission trip. My sister, on the other hand had experienced it multiple times before and knew how truly emotional it was. By the end of the night everyone in our youth group was crying for reasons that we could not explain. I will always remember the moment when my sister moved from her spot across the room to sit next to me. She sat down, wrapped her arm around me and said,” How are you doing?” It was at the moment I completely broke down into her arms because even though she asked me a simple question it showed me how much she truly cares about me. We spent most of that night just sitting next to each other hugging, and watching everyone else do the same with their siblings and friends. Later, after the trip was over I was in the middle of telling my mom this same story in the car when I realized she was crying. I asked her why and she responded by telling me how proud she is of us and how happy she is that my sister and I are so close even though it may not seem like
Me and Christina were taking in the same nursing program. A month or so of knowing her I decided I'd find find out if she had known Mary. Maybe she was a relative, aunt, friend '' Mary was my mother" she said. I didn't know how to respond, I was so in shock. I needed to know everything about Mary that I never knew. " Your mother was a great woman " Christina looked confused to how I knew her mother. Me and Christina been spending a lot of time togehter, not only was she my friend but I was beginning to fall in love with her.
It was a warm morning, Leah was getting ready to see her new high school with her mom. She looked through the window and saw a young boy around her age wearing a red cap, cutting off weed and fixing up a place across from where she lives. The guy knew she was looking at him from across the window, so he looked up and gave a smile at her. Leah moved away from the window and got embarrassed. She then took another peek and saw that the guy left with his bicycle, she was wondering who he was. A few minutes later, Leah’s mother took her to the high school she will be attending to, she saw the high school and it was much different where she attended to in New York, it was like a type long house with only 3 big room, they only had 1st year, 2nd year, and 3rd year of high school. They put her 1st year of high school which is like freshman year again. Leah will be starting high school within 2 weeks. She was kind of excited but yet nervous about how people will act with her since she can’t speak much Spanish. The next day she saw the guy she looked at through the window again cleaning up the property from across her house, he saw her looking at him again and he waved hi to her, Leah hid quickly and turned red, she told herself “ he probably thinks I’m a weirdo or he probably thinks I’m stalking him”. She then wanted to say hi back
Where is A Mission? The thought had always lingered inside of my head, aimlessly suspended like a climber stuck in an awkward position. Debating whether to reach for the next gap or to give out and abandon the idea. I had always dreamed of going on a mission trip, unfortunately my actions didn’t concede to the idea as easily as I imagined. Each time I was given the opportunity to go, I would push it back further and further by using a different excuse to cover my hesitation.
When I walked inside the front door something didn’t seem right. The feeling of sorrow overwhelmed the house. It was so thick I could literally feel it in the air. Everyone was motionless. They were sulking;I was befuddled. The most energetic people in the world, doing absolutely nothing. I repeatedly asked them what was wrong. After an hour or so, my dad pulled me aside. He said that my Aunt Feli had passed away last night. My mind went for a loop, I was so confused. I thought that he was joking, so I replied “You’re lying, don’t mess with me like that.” and punched his shoulder softly while I chuckled. My dad quickly started tearing up and said, “There...
On the bus ride home, I noticed that my sister wasn’t there which then triggered sceneries of what could've happened to her, all with unpleasant endings. On the bus, I saw my brother and felt relief that it wasn't him. My sister was still nowhere to be found so I asked him if he knew where she was but he also didn't know.
I’m not sure but, I think I was still in what the kids call “the dumb hallway”. After a few months a new student came and we became good friends. We had a lot of thing that we liked, she always dragged me around to people and she was slowly pulling me out of my shell. I was becoming so happy. After a few months, I was in my room and I was thinking back about my life. There were a few tears and I was thinking to myself, what I was doing. I came to realize I didn’t have it bad as other people; I wasn’t the only one that was lonely. I went to sleep after that I found out it was 6:00 so, what I did was went down stairs and went to my garage. I went down there because, there was a punching bag sitting there to relive my stress. After, hour my grandma came down and said to
After a long day I returned home and was greeted again by my mother. She immediately asked how my group presentation and the rest of my day went. In spite of her already unpleasant day, she was still concerned with mine. I, in turn, turned the conversation to how she and my grandmother were coping with my great aunt’s passing. Throughout this entire conversation we both were using a great deal of empathy and
Before, I could even take note, it was already October. It was time for me to pack everything in my room, and say my final goodbyes to my family members. I was going to leave everything that meant a lot to me behind. Previously, before October, we picked up my dad from the airport so that he could help us load all of our belongings to the U-Haul truck. Lily, ‘my cousin’, (we aren’t related, she is just a very close friend who I consider family) was staying with use because she want to see her father, who was also living in Denver. My mom and dad, sister, uncle, cousin, and I all stayed at the house one last night. I remember that my sister said that all her friends gathered around my mom’s car to wave goodbye to her. Her closest friends got very emotional and they started to cry. Not only did the move affect me, it also affected my sister greatly. It was like someone had given her a punch in the stomach. By the next day, we had everything in the U-Haul truck, and it was time for me to leave my precious Vegas behind. We had now started the drive to
When I finally found my words I asked what was going on and my mother told me that my sister was in a car accident. When we arrived at the scene all I could see was my sister’s car sideways in the middle of the road with the entire front of it smashed up towards the windshield. As I looked around I saw my sister, emerging from a tan SUV I had never seen before, running towards my parents. The ambulances began to arrive and I was in my sister’s arms when I realized that there was no other damaged car at the
I did not want to leave. I had been here for ten days and I had established relationships and friendships with people from everywhere and all sorts of backgrounds. We all sat in the car preparing to leave. Every single one of us, my parents, brother and me, sitting in silence. Wanting to cry, waiting for someone to say the first word. Each of us had learned something that trip. For me, this experience had taught me what gratefulness was, the impact a good attitude has, what a servant looks like, and really how the relationships we make with our life is the most important aspect about life.
When I look over my “ The Loss Of My Sister’ essay I wrote it makes me proud of myself to know I was that strong to write about such a close topic to me and my family. I always wanted to write the story of my sister but I never had an opportunity to. I always kept quite about the situation I went through because I did not want the sorrow and pity from others. When ever I did tell someone that I have a dead sister, they would respond “ I don’t know what to say other than I'm sorry” it makes me feel awkward because I don’t know if I say thank you or it’s okay? Since I wrote about what happened I decided I’d write about how it is now without her.
My sister sat down and laid my head on her lap, I wanted to know everything would be okay and it felt like she was all I had left. She rubbed my head and told me it would be okay, that she wouldn’t let anything bad happen to us. I trusted her, she had no way of knowing it would be okay, she wasn’t that much older than me. We needed our dad to tell us, but nobody would tell us when that was going to
In March of 1998, my father was rushed to the hospital because of a heart attack. I remember getting home from basketball practice without my mother home. Instead, my sister was there with her children. The fact that my sister was there was familiar to me, but something did not seem right. My sister stayed with me and did not tell me what happened. Later that night, after my sister left, the news that followed would prepare me to encounter the most defining moment of my life.
One day in the midst of summer, my friend Mike and I got off from a hard day of work and were on our way to the mall. While at work we had planned to meet a few people there. I was going to be seeing my friend Jessica who I had not talked to in years. Before leaving, we stopped off at our houses, took showers, and got ready. As I anxiously waited on the stairs for his car to roll into the driveway, my mom said, “Be careful and do not drive like an idiot.” I obviously said alright and she was on her way. Minutes later I see my friend Mike pull into the driveway. I slipped my feet into my shoes and got in his car. We were almost to the mall when his phone rang. He picked it up and said, “Hello?” It was my mom and she wanted to speak to me. Upon putting the phone to my ear she told me that I had to come home right away. She said that my dad had just gotten into a car crash and that I had to come home and watch my sister. I did not know how to break the news to Mike, that what we were anticipating all day would not happen. He was upset, but he understood what was going on. I came home thinking it was the same old same old; he had gotten hit by a drunk driver, the car got totaled, and he was fine.
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...