Descriptive Essay About My Family

After a while, Mama came in. She smiled at me and said, “Good morning,” before she bent over Sarah’s crib.

“Sweetheart, can I please talk to you?” my mom whispered. She sat alongside me on the bed and rubbed my back, like she did when I was a little girl.

“Wake up, put shoes on and come downstairs to eat,” my grandmother says as she's opening the curtains in my room. As she walks out the room, she turns around and says “Do you want tortillas with your chorizo and frijoles so I can heat a couple up.” Even though she leaves the room without my answer, in her head, already knowing my answer.

Marlorana cheerfully sang while swinging, she stopped. “Okay. Here I come, Granny.” She went running at full speed and stopped right next to where Missy was seated. “Here I am granny.”

The teacher wet his lips and asked something else in French. The room grew silent. Victor felt all eyes staring at him. He tried to bluff his way out by making noises that sounded French. “La me vave me con le grandma,” he said uncertainly.

Chloe, my youngest granddaughter, drove me home. In the car she said, “Grandma, are you sure about this?”

“Drew, you know grandma loved you so, so much,” my mom tells me in the most heartbroken tone, one which I had heard only once before when my grandpa had died.

I just got off the plane. YAY! There she is. It’s Aunt Lindsay. “I’m so happy to see you!”I exclaimed. “I’m so happy to see you too.Are you ready to go?”Aunt Lindsay Beamed. “Of course!”I answered.Now that we have picked up Baby Brooks and

I answered. “Mija, where’s your grandma? Go get her now! It’s important.” that’s all I remembered from that phone call, but the moment I handed my grandmother the phone I saw her bright smile turn into the world’s most darkest frown. Out of the speck of my eyes, I saw small tears running down her face, with big worries she ran quickly to get a sweater and her purse.

“Hello Mrs. Hyre,” I said with a trembling voice. I wanted to turn and walk away but it was already too late. Mom had already shut the door behind us.

My grandma, whom we call Lola, had always been an exceptional woman. As an immigrant from the Phillipines, she sought new, exciting things; which was present in New York City. Lola loved being in the moment and helping others. In the city, she worked as an entertainment manager for a nursing home. Her pleasure in bringing joy to a gloomy place was incredible. A loving grandma, she always found a way to commute to New Jersey to see my family and I. She always made my day with her witty jokes. Lola’s smile would illuminate the whole room the moment she walked in.

My Grandma Mary was sitting there in the car, waiting for me. I quickly walked over to the car, opened up the backdoor, and put my stuff inside the car, and shut the door. I opened up the front door, got in, and shut the door. “Well hello. How was your day?” my grandma

“Mom” I yell I walked to her room, there in the room was her laying on the floor I ran to her shaking her.

I looked up. Aunt Emma stood in the doorway silhouetted by soft light. “Good night all. I’m going to bed. David, will you help me up the

“I can’t believe that’s true!” I exclaimed, my laughter echoing through the room. My grandpa and I had been chatting on the phone for the past half an hour. You would imagine a man his age would be boring and dull. However, he was quite the joker. At least with me, since I was, of course, his favorite granddaughter.