Descriptive Essay On The Phone

On our way down while my mom was sleeping she got a call, the call was from my Aunt Angel. She left a voicemail since my mother didn’t answer her phone. On the voicemail, my Aunt stated that child services were coming to pick up Raiden at one o’clock and wanted to know if we would take Raiden. My mother wanted to help her out and take Raiden but, my dad didn’t. My mom finally convinced my dad to say yes about getting Raiden, but they didn’t want Angel to know. My mom picked up her iPhone and called my brother, Tanner, and had him go pick up Raiden after child services took him. After my mom had Tanner pick up Raiden, she had him watch Raiden for a little bit. Tanner took Raiden to his work and sit

The day was February 11, 2007. I had just woken up. I went to my closet to get ready for the day, threw on some clothes and went into the kitchen. The day was dark, the atmosphere had an unusual dreariness to it. My mom was in the kitchen making breakfast for my brother, cousin and I. That is when the phone rang. Every day, every hour that phone rings. I never thought my mom ever gets off of it. My mom picks up the phone and it was like a movie, someone calls and receives horrible news and drops the phone from shock. That was this scenario. My mom could not get off the phone any quicker. She calls for everyone to hurry up and get in the car, dressed or in pajamas. I knew something was terribly wrong, did my father die from a plane crash, or did my grandma fall?

As we were about to leave my mother didn’t want to leave, she wanted to bring my siblings along. We told her no but she wouldn’t listen, I felt bad for my siblings coming along, but there was nothing we can do. We forcefully brought my mom to the car, I had to sit in the back with my aunt. Both of us sat next to the doors, while my younger sister sat in between my mother and aunt. While my father was driver, my brother was sitting in the front seat of the car. As we make it to the hospital, my mom starts saying “turn around” repeatedly in

I woke up hoping to see my mom in the kitchen. Instead, in the kitchen I saw my dad and brother at the table. I was so worried that something bad had happened. So, I asked, “ Where is mom?” My dad said, “ She is at the hospital”. Now I was extremely shocked, it felt as if I was just shot in the stomach. All of my thoughts are rolling around in my head,, “ What could she have done, why, how?”

Before my mom sent me and my dad off to find help, she was on the phone with the roadside assistance which seemed like forever. All of a sudden we then realized the gas station wasn’t that far down the road, at least that is what we thought. We started to walk to the gas station, our foots sinking in the mud, the cold mud rises to our ankles. We immediately turn around knowing that this wasn’t the right decision. The gas station was longer than we thought, it was not even visible. Trudging back to the car we come to find my mom on speakerphone with the phone ringing. It goes straight to

I got into the back of the ambulance this was my first time so I asked if it would be okay if I layed down on the bed the man whose name I forgot shortly after he told me first took my pulse he asked me what happened and I told him. After he took my pulse I asked him to look at my head because I was really worried about it he told me I was okay and just had a little cut on my ear. I asked him if we should go to the hospital but he said it was up to my mom so we would have to wait until she arrived. Around this time is when Reiley’s mom showed up and I felt so bad that this happened on the day she lost her aunt. I told her I was sorry for piling this on top of her loss she told me not to be sorry. Suddenly a strange woman came into the ambulance she looked hispanic and I had never actually met her before I asked how she was and why she was there and she apologized and said she thought I was her granddaughter in all honestly I’m not sure why she thought this because I didn’t look anything like her. But she left and I told Reileys mom to go be with Wes and see how Reiley was

So I called my dad since that’s who I live with and he told me he was on his way to come pick me up at work and that we were going to the hospital because my grandma called him and said the ambulance came to the house and took my mom and rushed her to the hospital in the cities. My dad couldn’t tell me what was wrong all he said was “it wasn’t looking to good for your mother”. My dad came and got me from work and we drove to the cities. We go to the hospital and every one of my family members where there a greeted me with hugs. Everyone was crying which means that things are looking good for my mom. We probably stayed at the hospital for roughly 12 hours talking to family, doctors, and praying for my mom. A lot of family friends came to hospital and or texted me or my family. A lot of people posted on my mom’s or my Facebook wall praying for us that she would get better. After being up for 21 hours, the doctors said she was in good hands for the night. I didn’t want to leave her but I needed to sleep and maybe get ready for work tomorrow. So my dad and I agreed to go home and hopefully come back in the morning, so we said good bye to my family that’s staying there the

I hear the phone ring, but am too lazy to go get it, so my mom picks up. I hear her normal greeting, one of cheerful annoyance at being interrupted in whatever she was doing. Soon though, I hear her tone change to one of surprise and delight. I turn off the music playing from my phone, Train’s “Hey Soul Sister” so I can here her better.

The next thing I know I am getting a phone call from my mom, I answer it immediately and hardly make out her words “You and your siblings need to get down here now, I’m afraid it isn’t good. The machines started beeping and then nurses came in and whisked your father away.”

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, but I don't dare look at it. I keep running, not knowing when I'll stop. Why didn't she tell me sooner? She made me hate my father for no reason whatsoever.

Phone calls like this are common now. I've been in a boarding school since August, and every weekend my mother seems to find something new to break to me. It's not always bad. The weekend before, she called to tell me my brother

The second interaction was again over the phone with my mother who had just had the same conversation with my sister. My mother told me she had to hang-up on her

My older sister called me “have you talked to Mommy? No, why? She is not answering her phone. Okay I will keep calling her phone. Unfortunately, Mom forgot where she lived, she lived alone, a hundred miles from the nearest relative. When I spoke to her on the phone, she sounded feeble, my sister suggested we move Mom to Los Angeles, closer to my sister’s apartment, Mom declined. I called my oldest daughter, “Kich, I will pay you whatever you make in a day to go and see about your Grandmother”, she replied “Mom, you don’t have to pay me to go see Grandma’. Kich called me “Mom, Grandma is so thin, she says she forgets to eat, I fixed her some soup, and watched her eat. Okay, what is the plan, we moved her back to Philly, to her house, where my younger sister and her husband live, she continued to drop weight, however I suggested a in-home health assistant to fix meals and sit with my Mom, my sister and my Mom declined, I told them both I was coming to get my Mom if she did not eat, I received a call from oldest sister, stating my cousin said my Mom was picking up weight. It is so easy to forget that are parents are aging, I never thought my Mom would forget her way home, or forget to eat, I was ashamed, because I took it for granted that she was

It was a bone chilling January night; my mom received a call at about 11:15 PM, a call that changed my life forever. My Aunt June was on the other line. She was crying so hard my mother could barely understand her. Through the sobbing my mom finally understood that Brian, my cousin, had been in a horrible accident and she didn’t know how bad it was. My mother jumped out of the bed after she hung up the phone. She screamed up the stairs at my sister and me; it was a nerve shrilling scream. I could hear fear in her voice. My mom was always yelling at us growing up if we forgot to do something. She would even get us out of bed to finish something that wasn’t done completely. This particular

Through someone’s aspect, it could be considered as the most efficient communicating tool of human being. On the other hand, some people may treat it as an irreplaceable expression of their emotion. Objectively speaking, “words” could definitely be concluded in both ways above, but in my opinion, using words is a privilege and honor. I use words to gain knowledge and words give me all kinds of possibilities of understanding new stuff when I intend to enhance my personal abilities.