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My Sweet Little Princess It has been my family’s greatest joy since my youngest daughter, Trinity May, came into our lives. She has special qualities that make her stand out. She is a beautiful girl, heartwarming, and clever. She finds chocolate irresistible, appreciates lots of hugs, and she is a "daddy's girl." May 27th 2009 will always be an incredibly momentous day for our family. Life became much sweeter and more complete, when our adorable princess, Trinity May entered our lives on a gorgeous spring day. She was born with her head covered with a thick soft black fur that had cotton feel. I enjoyed looking into her lovely slight brown eyes and touching her curly thick eyelashes, tracing the curve of her small cute bow lips and her thin little nose. At almost three years of age, her silky smooth brownish black color hair streamed all the way down her back to her mid-thigh. Trinity May is a very cheerful young girl with a contagious smile. She is full of life and has an uplifting delightful spirit. I remember on one early morning while all of us were all busy, my husband was cooking breakfast, and I was doing the laundry. My other three children were doing their chores and I noticed Trinity was out of my sight. I went to the living room, looking for her but she was not there. Then I proceeded to the family room and glanced outside the window to see if she was in the back-yard playing outside. Finally, I decided to check her room, that’s her favorite place where she can create her imagination. I ambled towards her room and the door slightly open; I peeked in to see what she was doing. She enjoys changing her clothes all the time. I saw her toddle towards her pink and white dresser while she glanced at her glamorous dres... ... middle of paper ... ...at we had to return several times. Since it was so early in the morning, there were hardly any people waiting in line. Here we go again on “Ariel’s Under the Sea” ride; there is a huge smile and giggle on her voice the moment it’s our turn to step on the ride. Trinity seemed like she was in another world, she smiles, and eyes wide open, raising and pointing hands; there is so much excitement in her voice. She cheered, “Wow! That‘s Ariel so beautiful, Mommy, Daddy, look at the fish so big” and then the ride stops and she said, “Yay! Yay! Let’s do it again!” so we took the ride at least 23 times that day. Trinity May, my little princess, will always one of the main ingredients of our happy family. She will always be our joyful, intelligent, and charming daughter. Even when she grows up and has her own little princess, she will always be my “Sweet Little Princess”.
“I had been born into a raging ocean where I swam relentlessly, flailing my arms in hope of rescue, of reaching a shoreline I never sighted. Never solid ground beneath me, never a resting place. I had lived with only the desperate hope to stay afloat; that and nothing more. But when at last I wrote my first words in the page, I felt an island rising beneath my feet like the back of a whale”.
“But that night she was like the little tottering, stumbling, clutching child, who all of a sudden realizes its powers, and walks for the first time alone, boldly and with over-confidence. She could have shouted for joy. She did shout for joy, as with a sweeping stroke or two she lifted her body to the surface of the water.
I had just walked into Annie’s room to find her screaming in pain. I ran to find the supervising nurse and rushed back to comfort Annie. Shortly after, the nurse came, fed Annie her medications, and walked out. Not a word was said. But I knew Annie was afraid, confused, upset; managing deep pain in her body. I knew she did not want to be alone, so I stayed beside her for a while, holding her hand until she fell asleep, telling her she would be okay. ================
Chrissy Ethridge achieved many goals in her lifetime. She changed the lives of everyone she met. She was born March 7, 1997 in Carthage, Tennessee. She was a faithful friend, daughter, mother, and grandmother. She received her Associate’s degree at Volunteer State Community College. She then went on to receive her Bachelor’s degree at Tennessee Tech University. She finally obtained her Masters degree from Vanderbilt University. Shortly after graduated, Chrissy, alongside her best friend, built a special needs school in Lafayette, Tennessee. She taught the preschool age group. Chrissy made a huge impact on every one of her students. She built an amazing career! A career she loved!
A virtuoso of suspense and horror, Edgar Allan Poe is known for his Gothic writing style. His style is created through his use of punctuation, sentence structure, word choice, tone, and figurative language. Punctuation-wise; dashes, exclamation marks, semicolons, and commas are a favorite of Poe. His sentences vary greatly; their structures are influenced by punctuation. Much of his word choice set the tone of his works. Figurative language colors his writings with description. Such is observed in the similarities between two of his most well-known short stories, “The Cask of Amontillado” and “The Tell-Tale Heart”
Eileen knew her father was moving out of the house and every day she knew another one of his belongings would be gone making her house even more empty, dark, and lonely. She would wonder every day coming home from school what would be gone this time. Eileen played on her beloved piano every day when she got home from school, it was part of her afternoon routine. One day Eileen and Stephanie were walking home together, Stephanie went home before Eileen reached her
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
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.
Getting ready to walk into Anna’s hospice room, my anxiety level was escalating. Saying a quick prayer, I asked God to help me find the right words to comfort Anna and her family. Upon knocking on her door, a young lady in her middle 20’s answered the door. Opening the door for me, she informed me Anna was her grandmother and she would like me just to sit with her and that she would return after work. And she left. No get to know you introduction here, very formal, matter of fact, serious kind of girl. No one was going to invade her space. Oh well, I thought, I’m here to help Anna, hopefully Julie will open up later.
She did not think she would be able to surf ever again but she still gave it a try. Just when she was about to give up because she fell too many times, she said “a wave rolled through, I caught it, put my hand on the deck to push up and I was standing” (Hamilton 288). Her problems were quickly resolved because all of her doubts were now gone. She had nothing to worry about because she knew she could now continue her surfing career even with one arm.
On a chilly, December day, the Peterson family began their day as usual. The day started with the father, Paul, making breakfast while the mother, Lia, packed lunches. They had one daughter, Taylor. She was in ninth grade at Westfield high. This particular morning when they were getting ready for work and school, Taylor excitedly reminded her parents about her upcoming choir concert that night. Taylor had been given a solo and was excited to surprise her parents with it. As they headed out the door, they all gave hugs and said their I love you's. Taylor watched her parents drive away together as she waited for the bus to pick her up.
When we meet a specific person; the first thing we notice is their appearance, and as we get to know them we get to see their personality and actions. It is how we get to know that person, and how we see a mental image when thinking of them. With this in mind, my two-year-old daughter, Kinsley, is one of the best things that has happened to me. Ever since I was younger, I could see myself having a daughter to nurture and watch grow into the person she will become. For example, she already has a distinctive appearance, personality, and actions that make her into her own little person. With that in mind, these are Kinsley’s personal appearance, personality, and actions that make her into her own distinctive person.
At the time, my wife Jeanne was pregnant with our soon-to-be daughter Tahlyn. We had waited eight long months for her to arrive, and finally her due date was getting closer and closer. The excitement grew stronger as the days went by.
“The mermaid swam with her prince toward the beach. She laid him in the fine white sand, taking care to place his head in the warm sunshine far from
She always had smile on her face and she would always see the good in people, no matter how they treated her she would always consider them as her friend. I tried several times to tell her not everyone was her and that she needed to be careful, I guess as mother I was only trying to protect her feeling, but, I guess that was her calling as an angel. When my daughter graduated from the eight grade to go into the ninth grade in High School, together we made lots of plans she was anticipating on getting her driver’s license trying out for the dance team and just attending high school itself was the most exciting event in her life, me on the other hand I was nervous about the ideal that my baby was growing up. It was in August 1994 that I took my daughters for their yearly physicals’ before returning back to school.