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“Mauricio Mauricio wake up” my aunt shouted. “you have a new brother!” my aunt scream. I woke up and half of my face is covered by the shiny sun on my face and the other side I see my aunt. I was excited because my newborn brother was born and he was at the hospital with my mom and dad. I was at my aunt's house and I was walking all over the place and wanted to see my brother already. I heard the sound of the keys shaking and heard someone saying “let's go”! It was my aunt waiting for me in front the door to take me to the hospital. I shut the door from the car and could hear my footsteps of all the fast running. We were inside the hospital and were almost close were my newborn brother was. I open the door and when I walked in the room
I saw my mom having Ezequiel in her hands. You can just hear Ezequiel screaming and shouting. Once we got to the room we left with my mom and dad with Ezequiel. We were already going back home .Once we got home my New born brother just sleep the whole day . You can hear the air of him breathing while Ezequiel was sleeping. It was middle of the day and my mom gave me Ezequiel to my hands. I was carrying my newborn brother in my hands.I learn that in one day can impact you for the rest of your life and you always no what happen no matter what.
Father, computer server engineer, alcoholic, and felon. My dad, Jason Wayne DeHate, has influenced my life, not only genetically, but he has also improved my character and creativity throughout the years. Beginning at age two, I was cultured with profanity spit from rappers such as Eminem. While my mother was at work we had multiple videotaped “jam sessions” and coloring time that allowed for the foundation of friendship we have today. The jam sessions consisting of me mumbling and stumbling in front of the television, as he was “raising the roof” from his lazyboy. Since then, he has taught me how to rollerblade, change wiper blades, and play my favorite sport, tennis. Along with influencing my leisure activities and the music I enjoy, his prominent personality allows me to grow as a person. Being the only male figure in my immediate family, I
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...
I was in my basement with my younger brother and my dad. My brother and I were bored so we started to pass a basketball back and forth. All of a sudden the ball hit my brother in the mouth. He flinched and had a look of pain on his face. I saw a tooth come out of his mouth and fly under a shelf. My dad gasped and looked at my and my brother. I was afraid my brother was going to be really mad at me. Luckily my brother doesn’t get hurt easily and he was fine, and actually happy I knocked out his tooth. I was relieved to know I didn’t hurt my brother. The only problem now was to find his tooth. My dad got a flashlight and shined it under the shelf searching for the tooth. Thankfully we found his, although it was very dusty.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
Trapped men seeing their mates through the dusty fog, recognizing them, their hopes rose: their mates wouldn’t let them die. But many couldn’t be reached until the fires had been put out, until steel had been cut away, until the emergency workers could stabilize the slab. They screamed and cried for what seemed like hours but even after they stopped the survivors kept hearing them.
I never would have imagined feeling like an outsider in my own home. Unfortunately I wouldn’t even go as far as considering my current home as “my home.” I live in a house with eight people and two dogs and for some, that might not even be slightly overwhelming, but for me it is. I try to keep my heart open about the situation, but I always end up feeling like I don’t belong. Given the circumstances of my situation, I would say life definitely turned out better than what I initially expected, but I was left feeling like a “stranger in a village” having to live with a family that is nothing like my own.
Once upon a time there was a ghost named Billy. He had powers where he could teleport, conjure tornados with his hands, and he could become invisible. He could also read minds. One day he was teleporting to different worlds to see what kind of technology they had. He saw all different types like portal guns and spiritual rituals that made everything you thought about come to life. (Not real technology) What caught his attention the most was when he went to a currently unknown planet where there solar system contained seven suns, constant wars with other planets, and technology so advanced that they had weapons that had the ability to vaporize entire dimensions reality’s. He wanted to know what the time was so he asked a stranger. “Hello there little boy,” he said. “Do you know what time it is.” The boy responded by saying, “1st of all, I am a girl, second of all, it is 15:22.” He then left being a little embarrassed.
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SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
I moved to Fresno, California and worked as caregiver sometime in the summer 2012. I lived there for about 7 months then I moved to New York in December 2012. My friend Alvin Almonte invited me to work in New York because he said job opportunities were much better here and that New York is much more accessible. I lost my immigration status in November 2011, while I was in Arizona. In my contract, I was assured that after three years (supposedly 2009-2012), the employer would apply for my Green Card. This was clearly not the case. I was working as a temporary hotel worker with an uncertain status. I started to work as buzzer in a restaurant in New York. Currently, I am working as caregiver for the elderly.
I couldn’t believe the site was real. The police came and simply reported it as an allergic reaction not even seeing it as potential murder, this guy must be good if the police don’t even think twice about it.
During our lives, we meet different and unique people all along the way, and sometimes we are born to meet these people. My brother DJ, who has a large head, and small ears, is a very brilliant, athletic and hardworking person, which is why many people have a favorable opinion towards him. DJ currently attends the United States Naval Academy. He also plays outside linebacker on the football team. DJ possibly has one of the best work ethics I have ever seen. He is currently considering becoming a pilot after he graduates from the Naval Academy. I strive to emulate my brother, but at the same time, I realize I am my own person do not concur with him on all his opinions. My brother is a phenomenal person who has used his brilliance, athleticism, and work ethic to be rewarded with many accolades.
As a kid and you have a sibling, your always going to have arguments and disagreements. This passage is based on a hard time when my sister and I both did something wrong but did not confess to it and neither did I at first.
We slept in that violently silent room. Throughout the night they took my mother in for question about five times, and of course I trailed behind her all five of those times. They asked her the same questions over and over again. My mother barley answered the questions because of how hard she was crying. At those moments all I wanted to do was get in an airplane