It was early in the morning, and I had just woken up because I hear voices and objects being moved around in my grandma’s kitchen. I got up from the bed and made my way down the hallway straight to the kitchen. Once I entered the kitchen I saw all of my aunts with my grandma kneading the corn flour. I just stood there by the wooden door and watched as my aunts would laugh and talk to each other while the kneaded the corn flour. It was a beautiful sight to see because of the sunlight that was coming in from the window was hitting their faces and making it look like they were glowing. I started to look around the medium size room and saw the big dining table in the middle of the kitchen leaving little space to walk around properly.
At 4:30 am, my alarm went off; I was more tired than ever. I rolled over stepping onto the wood floor. I walked to the bathroom feeling as if I could collapse and fall back into my deep sleep. After my shower, I went back into the snug, little room I was calling home for the time being at my grandparent’s house. I was at my grandparents house due to the fact that my dad and Stacy were already in the Dominican Republic. I packed my last few belongings and crawled back into the bed to fall asleep for a few minutes. I assumed that ten minutes had passed when I remember hearing my grandparents talking about how we had to leave soon. My grandma came in asking us what we had wanted for breakfast. Mickenzie and I told her we weren’t hungry and got out of the warm cozy bed to get in the car. After changing, we went out to the kitchen to say bye to our grandma, seeing that there wasn’t room for her in the car. She gave us a huge, tight bear hug telling us to be safe.
I could not see her for she was wrapped in an old green rag. My heart pounded as I looked at her, tears leaving my eyes quicker than warmth in winter. I quickly went inside and bounded up the stairs to my room. I was shocked to see my bed completely bare, all essence of her gone, light shining through the windows of the bright, sunny day as if my world hadn’t just turned completely upside down. I don’t know how long I sat on the edge of my bed with a blank mind, unmoving. Finally when the skies were a mix of purple and orange, I heard a knock at my door. I honestly don’t remember what my parents said, because I had lost all energy and willingness to
My mother and father sat downstairs and talked, Bella sitting with them, while I folded my clothes and put them into my chipped white wooden dresser. I could hear them murmuring between themselves, but I couldn’t hear specific words. My mother came up the stairs about ten minutes later as I was putting the last of my clothes into my dresser. Her five feet two-inch frame stood just inside my door with a Mona Lisa smile. Her eyes were sad and I could tell she was trying to hold back tears. I was confused as to why, and I was going to ask what was wrong, but she told me that my father had something he wanted to talk to me about.
On the first day of 2nd grade my mom held me by the shoulder as I rode my bike to school, she did the same for the second, the third, and the fourth, but not the fifth day. On the fifth day, I rode to school at a very slow pace, because I was afraid of falling. As I rode my bike, I felt the hot hand of my mother sting on my shoulder. I gave a deep
I remember I was about seven years old, and my sister was four years old. We woke up to a loud banging knock on the door, and the doorbell ringing numerous times. It was so loud it scared the shit out of me. The person who was knocking so loudly. Maybe they were angry because they were knocking on the door violently. We assumed my mom would have been woken up due to all of the noise, but no nothing. I told my sister “Go in your room stay there till I tell you to come out”. I went to my mother’s room to see if I could try waking her up. I kept shaking, shaking, and shaking her.Nothing, not even a slight movement. Can you imagine a little girl trying to wake her mom up, and she doesn't wake up. I thought she was maybe dead or something. My eyes burst out in tears, as I lay on her stomach. I shouted, “Mommy Mommy please wake up”. I looked over on the other side of the bed.I saw two Hennessy bottles with white stuff all over her nose.Of course, at the time I didn't know what neither of those things was, but as I grew up I realized what it was. About twenty minutes later my mom finally woke up. She tried getting up, but she had no type
It was Halloween and we went trick or treating. My dad and mom wanted me to go outside instead of playing video games. And I had to go trick or treating with my little sister and her friends. We walk seven blocks and my little sister and her friends got ahead of me. I didn’t want them to get too far ahead of me. We finally got to the last house and something scarey was about to happen. My little sister knocked at the front door. The door opened. All that I could see was a person's arm. They stuck their finger out to show “one moment” and quickly closed the door behind him. He opened the door again and took his finger and motioned to come into the house. My sister and her friends almost got in the house until
I walk up to the house after a heated chase with my sister and step through the doorway, the floorboards creak under my feet as I walk, I step on one and suddenly I go straight through! Hazel runs over and grabs my arm before I fall through completely, she pulls while I try to get my footing. Finally, I get my leg up and pull myself out of the hole
It was August 8, 2014, just another normal day in 5th grade. By the end of the day, I was exhausted and ready to go home. When the bus driver dropped me off at my house, I got excited and sprinted to my garage. As I opened the door, I realized that my parents were nowhere to be found so I started walking towards the stairs, when I looked to my left I saw boxes sitting by the front door. As my mind was curious, I heard the garage door open to find my mom
It was just like any other rainy night in our little apartment until I heard the soft sounds of crying. Being the curious eight-year-old I was, I decided to get up and get a drink of water. When I walked out of my bedroom I noticed how my mind methodically went through a mental checklist to find the source of the crying. My mother’s room across the hall was dark and empty, and the sectional couch that filled the small spaced living room had no one on it except for the throw pillows and blankets. There was no one else in the apartment aside from my sister and me, but the sounds of crying seemed closer. As I covered the small distance from the hall to the kitchen, I noticed the front door was cracked open and I heard my aunt’s voice trickling in over the rain. I found it odd that she was here, especially since it was late. I sat in the kitchen and listened to the voices outside the window, and eventually, it became apparent that the voices belonged to my mother and her two sisters. Finally, I got a glass down from the cabinet and filled it with water. “What are you doing baby girl?” my
I was fast asleep in my room. When all the sudden I got woken up by someone shaking me and screaming at me to get up. I could hear the sounds of sobs as I look up with blurry eyes and see my mother over me. I slowly get up “Why, what 's going on I have to be up to get ready in like an hour what do you want?” I asked confused.
It was a cold and dark Thursday evening in the town of Carmel, Indiana. My family had just finished eating dinner, my mother made chicken potpie which is my favorite. After eating everything I on my plate I proceeded to finish the remainder of my homework, which was not much considering I was in second grade. I finished my list of assigned chores when I got home from school that day to make sure I had no obligations before sitting down to relax. As I went upstairs to change into my pajamas I heard the sound of my mother making popcorn on the stove, the rich smell of butter and grease filled the house. After hurrying to get my comfiest pajamas on I ran downstairs to see my mother already in her spot on the big couch we would always read on,
That night during dinner I mentioned that my 16th birthday was coming up, my parents gave a big long sigh, and they exchanged looks and said that honey for your birthday were going to be taking you and your sister to grandmas for your own good “YAY, grandmas” my little sister Laila said. It was very cryptic on how my parents had said “for your own good." I got up from my seat and walked into my room and started thinking about why my parents wanted me to go to grandmas for my birthday, but I decided not to think into it as much. I fell asleep that night. The next morning we all ate breakfast and went to the car. After one hour on the road, I realized that we passed grandma’s house half an hour ago. My parents stopped the car in front of the woods and got out all my bags and told me to keep on going until I see the school on the invitation that I got yesterday.
It was November 5, 2015. It was a slow night, my parents had left me and my little sister home alone for a few hours so they could go out with friends from out of town. After my parents left, Maddie, my little sister, and I parted separate ways one of us upstairs and the other downstairs. I was lying on my bed trying to finish Paper Towns. What felt like three hours later, but in reality was only an hour and a half later, Maddie comes upstairs into her bedroom, slamming the door shut. That 's odd. I thought to myself. Being the protective big sister I am, I got up and knocked on her door. "Mads, you okay?" I asked. I waited a few minutes before knocking again.