Descriptive Essay On The Pink Chair

I was woken up with mom at the foot of my bed saying “Wake up sweetheart wake up” it is a beautiful day in Canada witch is where I live. As I get the gunk out of my eyes so I could so my mother clearly and I ask her what was wrong because she had never woke me up at 5:45 in the morning with out it being bad or something happened to the family. I got scared and my father, sister, and brother came into my room and was saying.“Calm down your going to be okay just pack your clothes,some of your personal items,and some food NOT caned food". Next I was getting ready and Carter my brother came into my room witch he had never done and told me him and dad would protect Kelsey, mom, and myself. As I walked into the kitchen we all picked different kinds of food and water. We started walking out the door and I said "Wait I need my picture of all my friends so i would remember them"so I went and got it.

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.

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

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.

The desire of improved health for the citizens of our nation has long been fundamental in promoting the use of vaccinations. As early as the 1800’s, vaccinations were beginning to be recognized as highly beneficial in abolishing deadly diseases and intense interest in developing useful vaccinations began. As more vaccinations were discovered and more individuals vaccinated, diseases such as polio, diphtheria, and smallpox no longer plagued populations and decimated nations. Combined vaccinations for multiple diseases were created, such as diphtheria-tetanus-pertussis vaccine (DTP) and measles-mumps-rubella vaccine (MMR). These vaccines have played an enormous role in improving the health of the people of our nation.

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

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 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,

“Yes? You can come in.” I was nervous about what Mom had to say. Mom walked in and sat on the corner of my bed fixing the blankets.

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 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

“Lifestyles impact health, wellness, and fitness more than any other factors” (Corbin, Welk, Corbin, & Welk, 2016, p. 500). Throughout this course, I have learned how my current lifestyle has increased my risk for health problems. Many of the lab findings reported frightening information, which lead me to recognizing the importance of taking care of myself through the use of physical activity, healthy eating, stress management, and environmental influences. The overall reason for changing my lifestyle behaviors is I want to feel good — physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I need all aspects of my life to coordinate with each other, so that I may live a long life to the fullest and serve the purpose God has for me. Of course, “Knowledge doesn’t translate to behavior” (Corbin, et al, 2016, p. 339). In other words, even though I may be more aware of our health risks, does not necessarily mean I will adhere to the changes to reduce those risks. Without action, knowledge is useless; therefore, I am making a commitment to myself.

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.