Alibaba Alternate Ending

It was an early Christmas morning, I could smell the sugar cookie smell making its way through my house. I could only think of one person that could make this happen, my Abuelita. “Grandma” I shout from my room as she was in the kitchen. I wanted cookies so bad before opening our presents. But we wait for my dad to come from his house before opening presents.

From inside we could hear Phineas fall clumsily down the white marble stairs. Everyone stayed calm as we rushed outside to assist him. Finny said he couldn’t move or feel his legs and people started splitting up to go get help and shouting orders. Once the doctors and nurses arrived some of us helped to move him to the infirmary. After what seemed like hours Dr. Stanpole came out to tell us the news. He told us something we never expected. Phineas severed his spine. He was paralyzed from the waist down and would never be able to walk again. He said that Phineas needed rest so everyone should go back to their rooms. Everyone left but I was frozen. It was almost as if I had fallen with Phineas, I couldn’t

“Well,” Mrs. Johnson interrupted, “how about we settled down and talk about our plans for the morning?” Everyone agreed and sat in a circle discussing their ideas. Next, they decided they should head to bed due to the early times they would have to wake in the morning. As they woke up, they put on their layers of clothes, grabbed their bags, and headed for the Johnsons’ business. They would be staying in an attic, which luckily had a bathroom, but would have to sleep all in one room. They set up their belongings and set rules which they would have to follow to stay safe.

It was a long, twenty-one hour flight across the Pacific Ocean. My uncle, whom I hadn’t remembered ever meeting, picked us up in the terminal. My mother whispered and reminded me to be polite, to honor my elders by remembering to “bless” them. Embarrassed, and with a slight roll of my eyes, I obediently bowed my head and placed the top of his hand to my forehead. I

However, one character in my life was never ordinary; in fact, he was the exact definition of extraordinary. My “papaw” became my favorite playmate, my other half, and my best friend. We were commonly referred to as "two peas in a pod" and " each other's pride and joy." I loved my grandpa in the deepest, most sincere way a young child could. As I grew older, my grandpa assumed the role of my confidant and supporter. When my grandmother would scold me or when my sister and I would argue, I knew that I could retreat into the loving arms of my grandfather. The only thing that he ever did to upset me was when he said, "When I go, I'll miss everyone, but I'll miss you the most, Bug." Little did I know, I would soon long to hear these

    I remember a time when Bumma and I stood in her herb garden in the backyard. As we discussed stories and memories of the past, I pondered what exactly made that moment so special to me. Yes, their house and garden were beautiful, and I loved to spend time with my various grandparents, but this particular setting had always been different. As I called my grandmother over to look at a certain flower, it clicked. That silly nickname I had given her when I was young had cultivated and blossomed, attaching itself to memories and emotion, and becoming a firm foundation in my life. Of course I love all my grandparents and relatives, but the ones that I have special nicknames for certainly hold a place in my heart.

“Afa where are you going!” Mako yelled. As Mako goes to search for Afa he hears rustles in the bushes.

“Alisha wake up, we are here,” I whispered. When she didn’t wake up, I continued to pester her. “Come on, get up!” When I started to annoy her, she pushed me and told me to go away. As we all cleared out of the minivan, I was greeted by Judy, grandpa’s Scottish terrier. As I was petting her black fur, she was barking and jumping on my legs. When she ran over to Callie to receive a belly rub, I said hi to grandpa and gave him a hug. After getting settled in, my sisters and I decided to go to sleep because it was late and we’d have to help unpack the rest of our belongings in the

After reading the chapter “Why I’m Not Where You Are,” of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Foer introduces, the character, Grandpa. I have come to love and adore the character Grandpa because in multiple ways his actions and thoughts are similar to my actions and beliefs; therefore, I am able to relate and connect to his feelings when I read about him. After reading about Grandpa, I feel sympathetic and remorseful for him because he lost the two things he loves the most; he lost his true love, Anna, and his ability to speak. When Grandpa came to America, leaving the love of his life behind, he became torn apart and depressed. He became so miserable that he could not say the name “Anna,” and he eventually was unable to bear the pain of saying

Ken interlaced his hands behind his head and stretched back into the woven hammock. He alone was on the boat in the hot breezes of the Amazon. He dreamed of his fiancé back home. Then his mind switched to the mission trip God led him to do here in Brazil. The Captain and the other man traveling with Ken had gone through the jungle to a village along the Amazon, but he was enjoying a little down time before heading out. Ken drug his hand across his forehead and looked up. I should probably get ready to assist the other missionaries soon, he thought. Sweat was a constant visitor as a result of the humidity of Brazil. He jumped up in anticipation of the journey lying ahead, and he gathered some supplies. Ken slipped on his Teva sandals and strapped his feet in. Before leaving the boat, he knelt down and said a prayer for safety.

Right after everything that morning Sierra began hanging out with, Alibaba, Aladdin and Morgiana, She had been sitting with Alibaba and Aladdin when Morgiana had come back from getting her household vessel.

because things had worked out the way they did, I told him to come in. He came

Close memories that are cherished over many years can often assist in determining one’s fate due to. Throughout the story, Grandmama recounts her past experiences in China to Sek-Lung numerous times. She also tells Sek-Lung about her lover, the juggler, "One of them, “tall and pale as the whiteness of petals,” fell in love with her, promising to return. In her last years his image came back like a third being in our two lives. He had been magician, acrobat, juggler, and some of the things he taught her she had absorbed and passed on to me through her stories and games.

"Don't get me wrong," Barbara says one day. "I'm happy being Oracle. I'm still useful to the team, and I'm good at what I do." She purses her lips thoughtfully. "But I miss...flying."

No one would suspect anything as we strolled down the hall, because he was not just any male walking beside me, but my future husband. He clasped my hand to make it more like a couple going for a leisurely stroll. He had strong hands