This is the day I thought, just after waking up from only a few hours of sleep. I had stayed up until 2am with my friends the night/morning before, even though my plane left at 5:10am. I was nervous and even though I had already packed, overpacked, my suitcase I was still running around grabbing last minute items; that shirt I forgot to grab, one more perfume, my electric toothbrush. I didn’t know how long I was going to be gone, so I couldn’t seem to get enough stuff. My bags were so stuffed that I actually had to tie my vans to my purse, which was well over packed, and I couldn’t add anything to my suitcase because it already weighted 46 pounds and the weight limit is 50 pounds. My aunt, whom was already awake in the living room drinking her coffee and talking on the phone, was going to drop me off at the airport. Who she was talking to at 4:15am is beyond me, but she quickly finished her conversation when she saw me standing in the hall. We grabbed my bags, loaded them into the car, and we were ready to go. My aunt was teary eyed the whole drive there, both of us thinking about my niece, Audrey. She wasn’t even two at the time, not for another month, and she had already been through so much. My aunt pulled into the drop off area and we said our goodbyes. I had only been on a plane once before, two weeks prior but this time was different because I was alone. Cautious of my surroundings, I walked through St. Louis Airport and made my way through all of the checks, finally finding the designated area for my flight to Denver, Colorado. I still had time to spare, but none of the stores were open yet. Actually, the whole airport seemed pretty dead besides a few other people walking around and some lady sleeping in a nearby chair.... ... middle of paper ... ... how I had to give up everything to come out here for her, how my mom had to do the same, how my sister could let her boyfriend do something like that, how she could lie for him so easily when he almost killed their daughter. My mind wouldn’t stop, not until I saw her. My baby girl, being rolled back in the room on her bed looked so pitiful. Her cheeks scabbed up so badly, from what they believe to be duck tape, her head shaved almost bald, not only from the surgery, but from her father. She was shaking, and she stuttered when she spoke with her sad voice. She had never had a stutter before, it sounded more like she was scared to say anything, everything was hard to come out. I wanted to do anything and everything I could for her to make her happy. I am her Aunt Bert and she is my Audrey and I will continue to show her love like she’s my own child until the day I die.
I rushed out of the bedroom confused. I began to realize what was going on. I ran to where I last saw her and she was not there. Never before I felt my heart sank. My eyes filled with tears. I dropped to my knees and felt the cold white tile she last swept and mopped for my family. I look up and around seeing picture frames of of her kids, grandchildren, and great grandchildren smiling. I turn my head to the right and see the that little statue of the Virgin Mary, the last gift we gave her. I began to cry and walked to my mother hugging her. My father walked dreadfully inside the house. He had rushed my great grandmother to the hospital but time has not on his side. She had a bad heart and was not taking her medication. Later that morning, many people I have never seen before came by to pray. I wandered why this had to happen to her. So much grief and sadness came upon
It was August 8th of 2013 when my dad got a call from my Aunt Theresa. She urged him to come over to her house because she had devastating news. The car ride to her house was quiet. The weather was gloomy, the sky was filled with dark cumulus clouds.When we pulled up to my Aunt’s house, the adults were organized into a small circle. My uncles were supporting my grandma, however, I thought nothing of it. My parents had told me to go inside because they had a matter to attend to. I went inside to hang out with my cousins. I saw them a couple days before, but the feeling of happiness never subsides when I see them.
Have you ever wondered sitting on a chair at the height of 45,000 feet is safest way to travel? Yes, travelling through airplane is seven times safer than travelling through car and even walking on roads. But, though it is safest way, but it doesn’t mean that it is most comfortable and friendly way.
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. ================
Langston Hughes uses poetic elements to express the reader his feelings towards America. Langston Hughes is very upset that America is not what it promised to be. Living in America, he never saw America to be the land of the free, what it promised to be. Instead, he saw America to be cruel to him and now wants to change America to be the country of the free he thought it was. He expresses all his emotion about America, in his poem, Let America Be America Again, by using connotative diction, repetition, narrative tone and organization; poetic elements.
It had been a cold, snowy day, just a few days after Thanksgiving. My grandmother became immensely ill and unable to care for herself. We knew she had health problems but her sudden turn for the worst was so unexpected and therefore we weren’t prepared for the decisions that had to be made and the guilt we would feel. Where would grandma live? Would she be taken care of? So many concerns floated around. A solution was finally found and one that was believed to be the best or so we thought.
We cried together, hugged one another, and helped each other. We all traveled to her room and saw that the door was closed. Nobody dared to go inside since her husband was still in there. Eventually, he opened the door. His eyes a pinkish red, and bags from not getting any sleep. Close family members filed in. Terrie’s daughter came back and told me that I could come in. I saw her body, still and peaceful. She told me that it was good that she’s not here because now she is painless and has hair. I slowly walked over on the right side of the bed. I stroked her hand and kissed her soft
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.
I charged ahead into the airport, ready to fly to my new home, when i was struck with the sudden realization that I hadn’t packed something very important to me, my blanket.
October 20, 2007, the day that I’m going to say goodbye to my hometown. I was born and raised in Philippines by my grandparents for sixteen years. It is heart-breaking to think that I will not see them anymore like how I used to. I was 16 years old, and it will be my first time to travel with my big brother in the airplane. Our trip from Philippines to Virginia is approximately about 18-20 hours. It is not a direct flight, so we have to change plane three times, and it is a long trip for us. I was crying the whole time when we were in the airplane. As soon as we reach our last destination which is the Washington D.C., we have no way of communicating with my mom and auntie because we have no cellphones. I was hesitant to
I had never seen such affection and care as I did from my family. After all the goodbyes, we made our way into the airport. I held on tight to my rolling suitcase as I walked to my future and I will never forget the love and support that stood there weeping. After waiting in the airport for over two hours, the plane finally arrived. I was sitting in my airplane seat slowly anticipating to see my mom that I hadn’t seen for six years. I remember the first day that I came to America. Getting out of that airplane exhausted and not being able t o walk because I had been sitting in the plane for 24 hours. I was in the Phoenix airport, looking around nervously in a peculiar place filled with strange people. But, the moment I saw my Mom and my family, I was serene once again.
The stewardess then directed me towards the back, away from the cockpit. I looked at my ticket and at what seat I'd be sitting in. I had to duck in and around people putting their luggage into the upper compartments and look for my number on the back of my seat that matched my ticket stamp. As I walked past one of the windows, I glanced out and saw the right wing. It somehow gave me reassurance that I'd be fine and I'd soon be having the time of my life. "I'll soon be in the air."
As I was climbing in I looked over and the pilot now holding the suitcases asked my mom, “is this all they will need for the trip?”
My father's eyes opened, and he called out for my sister Kelly and I to come to him. In a very serious and sad voice, he told us that he was very sick, and he was going to the Fort Wayne hospital. My mother told Kelly and I to help her pack some things for him, because he was going to be leaving soon. We helped her pack, keeping quiet because we did not want to interrupt the silence that had taken over the room.
My stomach weakens with a thought that something is wrong, what would be the answer I could have never been ready for. I call my best friend late one night, for some reason she is the only person’s voice I wanted to hear, the only person who I wanted to tell me that everything will be okay. She answer’s the phone and tells me she loves me, as I hear the tears leak through, I ask her what is wrong. The flood gates open with only the horrid words “I can’t do this anymore”. My heart races as I tell her that I am on my way, what I was about to see will never leave my thoughts.