Descriptive Essay About My Day

It was one summer a man was eating lasagna in a restaurant that was closed it was a week from now his birthday. Let me tell you a little story about this man who is in this restaurant eating he is homeless, and he has been ever since he was 6 years old. He doesn’t know who he is but you’ll figure that out in the middle of this story. When he was born he was born to……well I can’t say because that’s what the story is about. His parents raised him very well it was one day when their child was 6 years old the parents kept getting threats and blackmails over the days, weeks, and months! Well they eventually stopped...

. Unfortunately, I had spent most of my money just getting here so I wasn’t sure what I was going to do for simple things. I was starving because I wanna save my money for more important things. I gave into the hunger though and went inside a 24/7 fast food place. After I ate, I went inside the bathroom, choosing the biggest stall I decided it wouldn't be too bad of a place to stay the rest of the night. It was better than staying outside in the cold, besides it was only a few hours till morning. I locked the door and set my bag in the corner where I laid down resting my head on the

This is a story that no one knows a part of my life about. When I was 6 years old I was living on the streets with my brother, Sam, who was 4 at that time in Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan, near Russia. My parents who were bad people didn’t want to take care of us so they gave us to our grandma to take care of us. But when my grandma died she decided that the best thing to do was to put us on the streets where she knew I would take good care of both Sam and me. Sam and I had to learn how to survive on the streets as orphans for a couple of months. Every night I would always put bread under my pillow. I would share it with Sam when we got hiungry. We were on the streets for a couple of months. One day the Child Protective Service found us on

I watched as the first orange hued rays of the sunrise wash over the dark and mysterious sky. The small glow travels across the wild blue yonder and starts to brighten up the deepest parts of the skyline and the town. Under the radiating sky there was no place of hiding, the light would finally hit you. This bright light brought the new day in, but it also brought dread to some.

He was a brilliant guy with a lot of potential, but he had one insecurity, he fainted to the sight of blood.

One day a dad his daughter and her brother went shopping to Walmart. The dad bought a new tv, and it was very shiny when they got to the cash register he realized he did not have enough money. He had saved five fake one hundred dollar bills from the Fun Fair, so he pulled them out and said: “I am buying this tv it says it is for five one hundred dollar bills and no tax included.” The register said, “are you sure?” He looked and said your right, but the dad carried white out with him everywhere he went he whited out the tax word that said tax included very expensive tv. So the dad and his children quickly carried out the tv when the cash register scanned and said: “here you go have a nice day!” The dad said back “we will thank you.” They carefully

“I don’t have an appetite for some reason,” I said. She had a concerned look on her face, but I got up and threw my food away. I went in the room that I sleep in when I stay over my grandma’s and did my homework like I usually do.

It was 6:30 on a calm cool morning when I was walking to work. My job was an agricultural job, growing vegetables. The long excruciating walk was at least 3 hours from home. My home wasn’t just a regular home, it was really smelly and small. I lived with many strangers, who came from all over South

I spent my day peacefully in school learning new information and just talking with my friends. After school, I was walking back to my home alone. I remember the neighbour family in the morning, I picked up some dandelions from the roadside to show my family. I took it back carefully as possible as I can back home so the white fluff on the dandelion wouldn't blow away. When I finally arrived in front of my house, I saw my mother sitting in front of the entrance door with her face down on to her knee. When she looked up and found me in front of her, her face looked nothing like what I used to recognize her or what I would except a mother to look like in front of her child. She looked terribly tired and frightened as if she was chased by a murderer. Then, she demanded me to open the door grabbing my shoulders hardly. For a moment, I couldn't move nor say anything. I was frightened of how she looked at me, I abandoned the option of saying no to her and so I did what she asked. I knocked on the door as usually I would and shouted at the door “Dad, I'm back home!”. Then the door opened slowly, at a glance I saw some pieces of glass and knife on the floor and my father with his face completely red. I was confused of what was happening at the room. Then my mother broke into the house and slammed the door hard. The door was closed again in front of

It was a hot, sunny day in Oxford football season had just begun and I was headed to my first Buccaneers football practice. I was beyond excited because I had been wanting to play tackle football for multiple years. Buc ball starts at age 7, but my parents made the decision to wait until I turned 10 to let me play. They wanted to make sure I was ready physically.

November 11, 1989, typical day for me. Go out to parties, spend time with the family, no need to worry about anything. Until 6:37 p.m., my assistant called. The stock market crashed, my dad passed away in a car accident. I felt like I had no control of the world. After my Dad, I was the most trusted person in our whole family, including the cousins. Everybody came to me, they thought I had a plan but I did not. I could not even think straight in the situation. “Jai, you will take care of us right?”

Having grown up in Davis, I had been shielded from a lot of the harsh realities this world has to offer. However, December 30th, 2007, will always stand out in my mind, because that is the day my perspective on the world changed.

It was the beginning of a new day, I was out in the streets and I begged for food, it was harsh for me. I felt very sad but didn’t know why I was sad. That morning I was sick and didn 't feel as good. I had ragged clothes one with no underwear. I just had a shirt on and it had couple holes on it. I didn 't know what to think in that moment but all I thought was when am I getting food. I was scrawny, and dirty. Last night had been a horrible night, like every night, we barely got any money that night, we only got a few cents. If we were lucky we would get five dollars and my mom had enough to buy my siblings and I food. My mom tried to get money and did everything to get food. That morning we ate from the garbage and got leftover food

The day my life changed forever was January 22, 2014 when I went for a ultra sound of my baby. I was in the office and could see the look on the face of the ultrasound technician that something was wrong. I knew at this moment my life would be different. My stomach sunk and I was just hoping it was not a serious health issue. I thought for sure I was going to have a panic attack. I was in my late 30’s and I knew there was a risk for issues but I had no idea what was in store for us.

Everything started on a beautiful sunny day, I was nine months pregnant with the most beautiful belly shape, but also it was ready to pop. That morning I woke up feeling different, it was an unexplainable type of excitement running through my body. I wanted to get dolled up, so I curled my hair, put some makeup on and wore my long blue dress. My husband and I decided to have a little date, so we went to town and had lunch together at a restaurant, and also went last minute shopping for our baby. Everything just felt magical that day, and I just couldn't understand why. We arrived home late in the evening, and suddenly my contractions started, as time went by they were getting worse and worse. I refused to go to