Sometimes we learn the most valuable lessons in life from people who are older than us. That is exactly what I learned on October 3 of 2017. I had just got out of school when I saw a text message from my sister and a couple of other people. It was a group chat with my family, my sister, Brianna, said “Mama Raquel passed!” After more than half of year of trying, I didn’t expect to learn such a valuable lesson that day. My story begins months before on Sunday, February 26th, the day had started off as any other Sunday with my family, at 9:30 started to get ready to go to my grandma’s house, or who we call Mama Raquel, for breakfast. At 10:00 my Mom, Dad, Brother, Sister, and I all got into the car and made our way to my her house. The car ride …show more content…
After a short walk, we were in front of the apartment’s gate, waiting for her to come down and unlock it. She had left it open for us, but the person right before us went in and locked it. My dad had originally called her, but she didn’t answer, so he decided to throw his keys at her window since it overlooked the sidewalk. Luckily, she noticed us before my dad broke her window. “Hola, Mama” (hello mom) I said to her as I got one of her big warm hugs. The rest of my family said their hellos, them we all went up the pebble stairs and into her small apartment. Right in front of the door was my 2 year old cousin, Rick. He was sitting on his mini, yellow chair with his breakfast on the mini table, in front of the TV. As soon as he saw us walk in, he ran to us giving us hugs. After saying hello, we went to the small kitchen and started eating breakfast. There was chorizo, fried beans, and egg with chili, on the table, and potatoes cooking on the stove, like there was every Sunday, with the occasional tamales. We sat down, and served ourselves food, I got chorizo, beans and a cup of orange juice. A few minutes in the potatoes were ready and Mama Raquel, served us some, starting with my brother, as
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right, taking the 210 which was wrong way and got us lost. So, we exited the freeway and got back on the right track. Then finally, before long, we reached Norton Simon.
Hello. I am Daniel Gardner. My story today sets back a few years ago in a car. I look out the window from the back seat to see a beautiful blue sky with pearly white clouds scattered across the sky like dice. The sun glows across the sky like a beacon of hope. It reflects off of the sand as if it is beaming off of glass. The luscious variety of green grass with the bountiful palm trees sway softly with the breeze. The light turns green and we start to fly past it all as if time speeds up. we pull into the driveway to see not a beach house. But a mansion. We walk in and see the decor of the house as if angels have come through and done it themselves. We were finally on vacation.
As my family planned the funeral over the next few days, we began reminiscing about our time with my mom. This made me realize that I never take any of the time I spent with her for granted and I will cherish every moment I had with
As a University student now looking back on the past, all the trials and hardships, my grandmother passing was not all dreadful. In fact, this dreadful event actually opened up my eyes for me to reach my highest peak. It has taught me to be strong and proactive. In addition, it taught me that I should get all I can while I am alive and do not take anything, such as education, for granted.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
It happened on May 5, 2015, my sophomore year of high school. My day happened as usual. I got up, I went to school, and I got off the bus. It was hot that day, my back burned and dampened with sweat, caused by the hot Texas sun. I came in and threw my neon orange backpack down exhausted by the short walk from the bus stop to my back door. After getting inside, I grabbed my dog's leash and hooked it to her collar to drag her outside and walk her. We slowly made our way back inside after she finished taking her time and doing her business. I walked inside and checked the time displayed below the television and walked to the kitchen to fill the black kettle
I’ve come out of this experience with the greatest lesson of all, and that is that the journey is much more important than the destination, because you never know who your journey is inspiring. My mom is the basis of everything I do, and even though she can no longer be with me physically, she is still my greatest
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.
As the breeze of potent smelly feet brushed my nose, I had remembered where I was. The luminous screen of my phone had absorbed me, as I was patiently waiting for my Second Mom, and her two 5 year old twins to arrive at Urban Air. Amanda became my Second Mom 4 years ago, due to her care for me just as she was my biological Mother. Finally, as what seemed to be decades, I noticed my family approaching me. Not knowing documents with vivid emergency questions had to be signed, it took another large amount of unnecessary time. We purchased the one hour tickets and received these neon green wristbands, being placed around our petite wrists. They were color coded to let the employee’s know our time is up and mandatory that we exit.
I learned new things after reading chapter 9 and watching video. To be honest I didn’t know that there are some important elements before reading this chapter and watching the video. Narrative essays play a principal role in expressing anecdotal, experiential, and personal stories. When we want to describe our story, which is sequence of fiction or nonfiction and in chronological order, narrative essay is the best way. So, I think this essay is interesting because we can read other’s story in different point of views.
I gave her the last hug I would ever be able to give her and got in the car. The tears were coming down like rain. I couldn’t stop them. I loved that house so much it’s where my family had been the happiest.
To this day I still don’t exactly understand the events that took place on the day that i would last see my grandparents. I was four years old, I didn’t know that then but today i do. As a matter of fact, i did not know much of anything that day. I did not know the time of day, i did not know the man in the cab, nevertheless his reason for showing up at our tiny mountainside mudhouse. I didn’t know that that would be the last time i would be see my grandparents, and I certainly didn’t know that my life was about to take a wild and unexpected turn that to this day i fall victim to.
We got there and told her stories, we told her how was school, how was our life going, and especially we mentioned her how much we loved her. We kept remembering amazing and beautiful moments with my mother that will always remain in our hearts. Lastly my father gave another of his long and inspiring discourse, “ I really appreciate and admire you guys, your strength, your intelligence, your way of being. I’m really happy and I thanks God for having such two children like you, that I know that will always take good decisions, want the best for others, and most importantly that you love each other and will always remain
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,