...I felt out of place at first, because all my friends were living in New York, and I was friendless in Texas. After I started school, I found out most people there were new to Frisco as well. I made new friends, went to a new church, and life was starting to look up again. I quickly came to love Texas more than I did New York; however, all good things must come to an end. One night my sisters and I were eating dinner in the living room while my dad was outside drinking a beer and talking to his friends on the phone. After dinner my mom started walking us to our rooms. She then went outside to get my dad and she let him sleep on the couch because he has already passed out outside. We went to sleep and in the morning my mothers friend had come to take us to her house. Later that day, my mom came to her house crying and that's when I found out on September 23, 2005 my father had died of a sudden heart attack. I never really knew what happened until 11 years...
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...memories of his mom and sister because the day they parted ways was the last time they would see each other. “And I did not know that in that place, at that moment, I was parting from my mother and sister forever.” In the book Night, Elie and his father are separated from his mom and sister. At that moment Elie didn’t know that was the last time he would see his mom and sister. Elie didn’t have a lot of good memories but who would being in such harsh conditions and not knowing anymore if you’re human or not. “Where is my mother and Tzipora?” says Elie. “She must be in a labor camp....
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...Easter egg hunt, when we stepped outside that Easter morning we were met by the warm glow of the sun and a bird’s song. It was the first nice day of spring. We had just left our house to walk down to the park less than a block away to hide some Easter eggs for my two year old son Carter. The events that followed will make for a memory I won’t soon forget; between trying to make divorced grandparents happy and random drug addicts who don’t deserve parenthood my son still had a great day hunting eggs. We had just arrived at the park and my son was running through the grass chasing our dog Claire. My wife’s mother and her younger brother and sister were waiting for us to come over by the play structure; they had arrived earlier to hide the eggs. We took our time making it over to them frolicking through the grass chasing, growling and barking as Carter and I pursued Claire with Christina and Natalie not far behind. As usual my father was late so we all ran around on the play structure while we waited for him and my sister to show up. I noticed a girl a year or so older than my son also playing alongside us. I asked my wife if she had seen who was with the little girl and she replied “I haven’t seen anyone with her, maybe she belongs to the group of people over there” pointing to a group about two football fields away. I was starting to get annoyed trying to keep my son away from the hidden Easter eggs, twenty minutes had passed since I had called and told my father that we...
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...Lenses are shaped through experiences and can create a family-oriented identity, which is tied to relationships and responsibilities. The most important lens of my life is the familial lens, because I am the oldest with two younger sisters. Looking through the familial lens, being the oldest conveys a role as a caretaker and a role model for my younger sisters. I have been faced with the expectation of achieving the highest standards possible and providing guidance for my family as a whole. The physical aspects of caregiving always came easy to me when I was younger because it refers to more hands-on tasks like helping with personal hygiene, feeding, and housekeeping. Therefore, it was easier to take control when they were younger and needed...
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...born. The emanating earthy aroma wafts through my nostrils and I instantly feel at home. No matter the ongoing distractions surrounding me, I’m immediately enveloped in a world where it’s just me and the clay. As the hindering weight of the stress lying on my shoulders starts to melt away, a sense of peacefulness overtakes me and replenishes my whole being. The soft, slimy, squishy clay covers every inch of my hand, as I roll out long snake like coils of the same thickness to build my art piece. I being to see the reflection of myself through my pottery, and become quickly engrossed with seeing the actual finished product. The simplicity of the tools I use for design such as cookie cutters and buttons and the various vibrant colors of the glazes spark my creative personality. From weak, wet clay into a strong, durable, crystalline glasslike form. It’s a gloomy Saturday morning in spring as the grey clouds linger above. I wake up to my mom telling me my grandfather in the Philippines has passed away. Instantly, I am overtaken with emotions as I realize that a rock to our family, though miles and miles away, is gone. Honestly, my emotions run wild, confused, since I have never actually faced the death of a loved one. Death has always laid in my mind as something dark and unknown. I sit in my bed still grappling with the news, as the phone continually rings with my aunts and uncles sharing the known news. It is 11 am and I see my dad pull in the driveway his eyes say it all...
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...someone when they lose a loved one. However, when this occurred to me, when my sister Danielle passed away, I began to see each one of those individuals who lost somebody they cherished. There are maybe no legitimate words to portray this agony. This excruciating agony which shreds you, which resembles insensitivity , and influence tears to rundown your face with every memory of the dear individual who died. I doubt time is going to reduce this hurt, regardless of what others guarantee. Each morning despite everything I wake up feeling that she is there singing in her room and playing her piano. Unexpectedly reality comes hurrying up to me and I understand that it is only a fantasy sticking around me still, and a wave sadness fell upon me. In spite of my evident serenity, I feel exhaust inside. My sister’s demise was an extremely heartbreaking and It was the most crushing catastrophe in my life. The memory of my sister will pursue me wherever I go. She was the most exquisite person on the inside and outside, her heart was pure and. She taught me how to play...
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...important decision. I decided to go back to school to earn my degree. For the first time (in a long time) I decided to put myself first and to care for myself the way I have cared for so many other people over the years. My quest to earn a degree actually started long before 2013. Like most people I grew up in a traditional middle class family with two hard working and wonderful parents. My parents (like most parents) wanted me to do better and accomplish more than they did. Both of my parents came from blue collar working households without much money and no formal education. My father joined the Navy at 15 in an effort to escape racism and inequality in Natchez, MS. He never completed high school, but he was street savvy beyond his years. My mother was the daughter of a maid and a ship laborer. In 1966, she completed high school and enrolled at the local junior college. She completed her junior year of college but was forced to drop out when my grandmother suffered a stroke that left her paralyzed and unable to work. Although my mother never complained, she never seemed to get over the disappointment of not earning her college degree. Despite the hurdles of life my mother found a way to move forward and continue on after my grandmother’s illness. In 1975 she met and married my dad and had two wonderful daughters. She and my dad both secured great jobs (she was a supervisor at the one of the city hall offices and my dad worked for a local distribution company after retiring...
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...Death of my Sister November 24, 2012 This is my story of how one single event changed my life forever. This event changed how I express myself on an everyday basis and how I interact with others around me. Sometimes I feel so hurt and broken that I cannot even enjoy my life or my family. This one single event took all innocence away from my nephews and my children. In tragic times you normally see families come together, but this has pushed my family apart. I have lost all faith that the world we live in is good and that we can always rely on someone near us. I have lost all faith in the spirits above us. I am broken now and live in a dark place. How do you help yourself to see the light again? How do you ever enjoy life and move forward? I look back on my life and I wonder if I am being punished for feeling so much joy. I will never forget nor be happy on the Fourth of July again. The Fourth of July is about celebration and independence; little did I know this would be the worse day of my life and destroy who I am forever. It is hard to keep your health in order when you live in a state that your whole family moves away from and leave’s you and your children alone. My sister Christy lived in California with her three boys: Wyatt (four), Garrett (two) and Leo (five months). She had been dealing with depression and alcoholism for the last few years now and was seeing a doctor, but Christy’s disease was never under control. When the doctor finally figured out the correct doses...
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...My mother and her sister People keep searching for happiness, even though they aren't sure what happiness is to them. If you ask people how they would define happiness, you would probably get a lot of different answers. Some would say that happiness to them would be money, some would say love, and some would say family and friends. If you look the word up in the dictionary, you will find the synonyms; pleasure, joys, delight etc., even not the dictionary has a good explanation of the word. It's the same about love, most people know what love is, but would never could define it. In this assignment I will analyze and interpret Jane Roger's short story "my mother and her sister". To put my interpretation into perspective, will I Include a discussion of the extract from Sarah Stickney's book, "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time", from 1839, and Gustav Klimt's painting, "The kiss" from 1907-08. A: Lucy and the narrator is the main characters in this story. The story is about a mother, Lucy, and her sister Dorothy. When Dorothy dies, her sister moves in with her niece temporary. People react very different when someone close dies, sometimes they just close themselves into a box, and doesn't talk about it, this is, according to the narrator, how Lucy deals with her sisters' death. But considering how Lucy behaves, changing her habits, she does not do the things she used to do, for example cooking;" (...) roast lamb with Brussels and carrots from the garden", can you tell that...
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...Narrative Essay on my Family The essay topic I choose was family, Family is something that is very interesting to me and something that I love to talk about. Having a good family structure is a good foundation that not many kids today have. I was born in Pittsburgh, PA on January 19, 1989. I am the youngest of three my sister is 42 years old and my brother is 35. Unfortunately, My parents divorced when I was three years old. At six years old my mother, brother, sister, and I all packed up the car and moved to Philadelphia, PA. Growing up in Philadelphia was tough but it made me a stronger person. After my family and I minus my father; Moved to Philadelphia he followed shortly after. My father would drive from Pittsburgh to Philadelphia to see me and my brother just for the weekends. I always looked up to my brother he played high school football. He was the star running back for Abraham Lincoln high school. Every friday night my family and I would go see him play. He got scholarship offers from all of the nation’s biggest universities. He would go on to break all of the high school’s running backs records. He ended up going to Shippensburg University to study Criminal Justice. My sister went to high school in Pittsburgh; But went to college at La Salle University in Philadelphia where she studied law. She started to have trouble in law so decided to switch her major to psychology. She went on to get her masters and began working at the children’s hospital. My mother worked retail...
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...significant in different ways. Imagery plays a big role in this poem by helping the reader visualize what the scene is in the poem. For example, the poet doesn’t come out and just say that their father died recently. Instead he uses other words and clues to get that message across. “My mother who will taste the sweetest meat of the head, holding it between her fingers deftly, the way my father did weeks ago” (Line 5,6). This is an example of imagery...
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..._50_____________________60______________________70______________________80______________________90_____________________ Grandparent 50_____________________60______________________70_______________________80_______________________90____________________ After constructing my three time lines, I noticed some similarities and some differences between my lifeline and my family members. I think that some of the differences are due to the era that we were each brought up in and what is considered to be the norm for that time frame. Most of the life events that we all three experienced are normative events, such as getting married, having a job, moving out of our parents’ house, and having children. In addition to the normative events, there are also some nonnormative events. These include divorce, going to college later in life, and not finishing high school. A difference between the three of us is the education level. My grandmother was expected to quit school so she was able to take care of her house and her children. My mother finished high school and then got a job right away. A lot jobs did not require a college education back then. Even though I did not start college until I was in my...
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...The day of May 10, 2011 was one of the longest days of my life and it was also the day that I remember in detail and in clarity. It was on this day that my paternal grandmother passed away after not enough oxygen was able to enter her brain. My paternal grandmother lived in Nepal, so my father quickly planned a trip to Nepal when he found out my grandmother got sick. The day before her death, my father called home and told us that my grandmother was responding and it seemed like she would make a full recovery. The next day, I woke up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. This is when I overheard my mother telling my sister that my grandmother had passed away that morning. It came as such a shock to me that I started tearing...
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...I never thought that exorcism would look this scary, but I knew if she tried to escape, it would never go away. It was like taking out a soul and replacing it again and again. It felt like there's another person replaced by her soul. I just wished that we hadn’t done such a stupid idea and visited that place... Emily Ayden was a fascinating soul that inspired her friends to have a better attitude towards life. She was always looking for an adventure with a fearless attitude. On the other hand, Emily's roommate knew it, because she came from a barbarian family. Victoria felt envious toward Emily’s barbarian beauty, and always tried to copy anything she did, hoping that she could look just as beautiful. Waking up to the ringing of the alarm clock set on my bedside table, I put on my glasses and headed to the bathroom to get ready before Emily wake up. She always got angry if she woke up and I was not done with the bathroom, since she took forever to get ready no matter what the occasion is. The bell rang indicating that the first period had started, and I hurried to my first class thinking about some plans for tonight since it was Friday the thirteenth. After attending four classes, the nuns dismissed all the students to get ready for tonight. While everyone strolled away excited for their plans, Emily and I walked to our dorm hoping that we could find something to do tonight. "Can we please visit the cemetery next to us?" Emily said eagerly, hoping I would agree to go to the...
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...aptitude for the skill of leadership along the way. I came across this book lying in the Carroll County Middle School hallway when I was in 8th grade. The book looked appealing and interesting, so I picked it up, took it to the library, and checked it out. The moment I opened the book, I knew it was going to be great. By the time I got back to my class I was already on page 21. It only took me 3 days to read the book, it was 373 pages long. I noticed that Kip and I really connected. I could relate to what she was going through and how she handled it. To begin with, Kip perseveres through any challenges that she may face. As an 8th grader, I feel that I have made it through many challenges. For example, I lost my granny to cancer, I lost my uncle Joe due to an allergic reaction, I lost my great-granny to cancer, and I almost lost my papa to a heart-attack....
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