A Short Story : The Story Of Estela's Mothers

Trista had always been a normal kid except for her stories. It wasn't that they were disturbing or horrific, they were just unusual. Sometimes they seemed exactly like the kind of thing you'd expect from a kid, but other times, I'd have to look at her and wonder how she came up with such things. It started when she was four, shortly after our dad split, leaving the two of us on our own.

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When Esperanza sat down Mama started talking while she got up and got the breakfast that she had wrapped it with a foil for Esperanza. It was tortillas with beans and lettuce filled in it. She explained that she had got the job at the cotton cloth making factory near the El Rancho, so that Abuelita and she wouldn't wait too long. “I will be starting the work tommorow,” Mama said. “Tomorrow?!” exclaimed Esperanza. “Mama, she continued,”You won’t be okay since papa had died few days ago, it is also dangerous out there, and I will be staying alone until you come. I’m not prepared yet!” said Esperanza. “No, I will be alright, plus, you will be staying with Abuelita till I come.” said Mama calmly. It will be alright Esperanza, added Abuelita. But before they could calm her down, Esperanza was already dropping into tears. She didn’t want Mama to have a harsh living working in the factory. She hurried back to her room and closed the door hardly. She sobbed pushing her face against the pillow. When hours past, Esperanza woke up in sleep from the noise of Mama calling her name to unlock the door to talk to her. She jumped out of her bed and opened the door. She quickly then hopped back in. Mama carefully sat on the edge of her bed. She talked about how the factory was very secure, and she also met a guy, who was the owner, that was very kind and generous. Esperanza

On 05/07/2018 at about 2255 hours, I was dispatched to 113 Frad Ave in reference to a battery that had occurred.

As a third and fourth grader, I participated in choir. I enjoyed it then but decided to stop so that I would have more time for homework. In the beginning of seventh grade, when it came time to decide if you want to join choir, Maria Abbulone and I chose to sign up. We thought it would be a fun experience because we enjoy singing, and we had done it in past years. As choir practices began, Maria and I thought that it would be a fun experience for the year, and we might decide to do it in eighth grade. As the choir kicked into full swing, everything was going well.

Jeannette Walls was in a taxi wondering if she had been overdressed for the evening.She was stuck in traffic when she saw her mother Rose 15 feet away. Her mother had tied rags around her shoulder while a black and white terrier mix was beside her. When Rose looked up, Jeannette panicked and thought her mother would see her and shout her name and that someone from the party would spot them together. Jeannette immediately turned her taxi around and went home. She felt ashamed of herself because she was living this nice life,living in Park Avenue and wearing pearls.While her parents were probably huddled on a sidewalk keeping warm and finding something to eat. Jeannette called her mother's friend and left a message, this was the way she would

Esperanza woke up to the sound of people singing. But she wasn’t happy, even if it was her birthday. She was tired and dehydrated. Esperanza hadn’t slept one bit last night, for the fact that she stayed up crying and grieving over the recent loss of her father. She never thought anything could part them and then this happened. Her heart ached and she was still shocked.

Esperanza’s home is burnt down right after the death of her father. Her family is overwhelmed at the loss, all except her Uncle who wants Esperanza’s mother to marry him. The changes from this point on are dramatic and Esperanza is pulled along in a tide of world changing events. Her mother and Grandmother try to help her understand that they have to be strong and do what they have to do, to survive. At first, Esperanza feels hopeless and sad for her life, wanting to act as she always has, she resist’s changing. While her outlook on the world stays the same, the world does not. Esperanza’s grandmother tries different ways to make her understand that she will have to adapt to the changes she is facing and overcome them, finally showing her with an unfinished blanket with a zigzag pattern. Her Grandmother explains that life is full of ups and downs, just like the blanket she is teaching her to

Allie Hernandez is eight-years old when she finds out about the monster hiding under her bed. The day had started out like any other day for the young girl. She woke up with a little skip to her steps because the sun was shining beautifully that morning. She changed into baggy closes and wore ratty sneaker, but she didn't mind since her parents told her about them being tight on cash and not being able to buy her anything new. She skipped to the tiny kitchen in their small, dingy apartment. She grabbed her pink stool to reach her favorite cereal, Cheerios. She didn't bother to grab a bowl since it was too high up in the cupboard. She ate straight from the box and then washed it down by drinking from the milk carton.

He turned to her and asked, “Where do you live miss.” The girl still who seemed angry at him answered quickly to avoid conversation. Sam knew full well that the girl had every right to be angry at him but he was saddened by her hostility toward him. She was not the most attractive girl but still he did not like being yelled at. While carrying her home she suddenly asked her, “What’s your name miss?” The girl started by his sudden question blushed and turned her head and said hesitantly, “My name is…Joy.” He thought about her answer for a while and then replied, “My name is Sam I work at the farm over there.” Pointing in the direction of the farm. “Oh… ok she replied after hearing his name.” As they arrived at her house she put her down to knock on the door and she seemed upset about it. Confused he let her lean on him while he knocked. He heard the voice of a woman saying she was coming and sat in wait. When the door opened a woman who seemed to be the mother of joy gasped as she saw the state of her daughter and hurried them in. It was already late and joy’s mother was cooking dinner. Joy’s mother led joy and him to a room and helped him lay joy down on the bed.

As Lelia’s belly continued to grow, the winter of ‘55 felt endless, followed by a spring that brought copious amounts of wind and hard-driving rain. As a result, the raw cold air escorting the early springtime rains in Maine kept Lelia and her children chilled to the bone, as well as hardworking: stoking the fires until the end of April.

My seventh grade year was NOT off to a good start. You know when you go to school on the first day your parents are always telling you to make new friends. Well that’s exactly what my mom told me, and her advice only worked halfway. You see, I had indeed made new friends. The only problem was that one them had some jealousy issues. It all started when I met her. Audra was a drama major. We had met in musical theater. We became friends so she introduced me to her best friend, Alejandra. The thing to remember was that Audra had strict parents who wouldn’t let her do a lot of things outside of school. That meant that whenever I asked her if we could hang out, she would say no. By this time Alejandra and I had become friends. Not close friends

It’s hard to say that comparing two individual’s lives is an easy task. When looking at my life and Esmerelda Santiago’s life, the sociological imagination could be used to assist in doing that. The following concepts will be used to better understand the surprising similarities and differences: immigration, doing gender, conformist, double consciousness, deviance and traditional authority. I will start by analyzing Esmerelda Santiago’s life. Following that, I will analyze my life and will finish with a conclusion that draws out the comparisons and differences of both.

To ward off boredom while she waits, Clemmy Sue slaps the earphones over her ears, turns the CD player to full volume, and closes her eyes and begins to sing along with Dolly Parton. In no time at all, she fell asleep and when she awoke twenty minutes later, she begins to wonder why Estelle Louise had not returned. Therefore, she decides to drive over to the mailbox and check on her. Much to her surprise, the mailbox and Estelle Louise are not there. With darting eyes, she searches the area and soon discovers that Estelle Louise’s home is on fire. Panicking, she drives in a maniacal frenzy, up Estelle Louise’s slippery driveway. Within sight of the burning house, she slams the brakes, and the truck slid into the middle of Estelle Louise’s flowerbed and stops. Frantically, she dials nine-one-one, to inform them that a large, white, delivery box truck had driven straight through

George and Ophelia grow up in significantly different environments with exposure to vastly dissimilar experiences; their diverse backgrounds have a profound impact on the way they interpret and react to situations as adults. George and Ophelia both grow up without their parents, but for different reasons. George grows up at the Wallace P. Andrews Shelter for Boys in New York. The Shelter’s strict surroundings did not provide the warm and inviting atmosphere that a mother strives for in a home. The employees at the Shelter are not “loving people,” (p. 23) but they are devoted to their job, and the boys. At a young age, Ophelia loses her mother. We learn very little about her apparently absent