As I sat in my blue beanbag chair in the corner of the room one Sunday afternoon, with the neon green window drapes next to me blowing and waving in the breeze, and a cup of tea in my hands, I began to reminisce. Staring at the adjacent corner of the room, at the vertex where the ceiling and two walls meet, I started to daydream.
Flashbacks occurred in my head of just two months ago, of my grandmother and I trekking arduously through the snow, clutching a thermos in her hand. Despite the scraping cold wind blowing in our face, we pushed through. We moved slowly, inch by inch, but as long as we made it to the senior apartment building we would have done our job.
People could rarely be seen even in the Financial District of the city
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The carpet was a bright red, with salmon-colored wallpaper and bowl light fixtures above us that hung every three doors down or so; they seemed to be the most lively objects we had seen today.
306 was on the right side, about halfway down the 3rd floor corridor on the west wing. Once my grandmother and I arrived, we rang the doorbell, and a few minutes later my great-grandmother appeared. We came in and greeted her like we always did, which really just consisted of asking her how she was doing, but her response was made all the difference. At 90 years old, she was a very healthy woman. At that particular moment, she was probably healthier than us as we sat on her couch coughing and sniffling. She did not have a record of diseases. She had a tendency of a few quirks here and there, but nothing too out of the ordinary.
We gave her the thermos; she opened it up and began drinking the yellow bean and carrot soup slowly. She offered us some packaged snacks, but we declined. We just wanted to rest in the warm heat of the apartment and be with my great-grandmother. I found solace in being in her presence and I slowly drifted asleep.
I awoke to my great-grandmother singing one of those random tunes your elders sing at home and you’re always unsure if your elders made it up on the spot or was a legitimate song, but you hear constantly over and over again. She was singing as she washed her hands in the bathroom. When my eyes cleared, I
My grandma became a big part of my life and no one can ever replace her or all the things she has taught me. Then, just a few years ago, I heard something that still haunts me to this day.
Bahauddin grabbed for a place to rest his hand while he lifted his feet, climbing through the shaft, out of the caverns. Every crack of stone was filled with overgrown moss, As he rose, he could see the sky was just before nightfall. The only sound around was the howl of the wind, and the keys clanging against each other like a windchime during a breezy spring afternoon. Ascending up the shaft, he was cautiously concentrating for each and every placement of his hands and feet, careful not to slip. Bahauddin’s hand grasped the top of the shaft. The sky was painted with brush strokes of blood orange, reflecting a glare off the keys. Outside, it had looked like a warzone. No buildings fully structured, not a person in sight, just crumbs
Walking out the door with her 3 kids, my grandma looked at her surroundings realizing how silent and eerie it was. Heading to church, my grandma was
I can hear the White Rabbit 's watch tocking and ticking yet I don 't see him. He is late again. I might just fire him or water him, however, that phrase goes. I let my devious grin emerge from the dust to see him in the dark dry woods, he doesn 't see me but I see him in his half ironed quarter buttoned shirt. I am not a bad kitty, I simply don’t play nice with the kittens.
His palm imprinted through layers of my skirt and lace panties onto my arse cheek.
This time, my grandma didn't wake up as fast, it took medics a long time to get her partially stable and it was forced by my mother that she was going to the hospital on the ambulance. My mom, Aunt Penny, and I frantically following in the van driven during my childhood. As we ran into the hospital I couldn’t help but be scared because I didn’t fully grasp what was going on, I just knew my grandma was very sick. My grandma was my rock and I hated seeing her
That night when I went home, I could not sleep. I kept turning and twisting searching for comfort, because I felt disconnected from my great grandmother. I never imagine for one minute that my nana would be laying down in a hospital bed.
My grandma went to sleep most of the time, like grandmas do, the only thing she did was get some food for all of us to eat. I asked my grandma one last time when we were leaving the hotel and she didn't even answer, claiming that she didn't hear what i said. I learned that if i keep asking my grandma to do something she will eventually say no because she was getting annoyed and i don't always get my way all the time, even the i wish i did. On the way home, my ride was very quiet
I awoke to my grandma standing at the end of the bed singing as she did to annoy me. I was laughing uncontrollably. I jumped out of bed and put on all of my hunting clothes. When I exited the guest bedroom I could smell the luring aroma of fresh breakfast that grandpa Doug always cooks for me. I sat down and was served a plate of fried potatoes 2 eggs and some chocolate milk.
I would sit on the couch watching my grandmother lay on the red reclining chair that squeaked every time you moved, just staring at the TV. It was at this moment when reality hit me, and it hit me hard. My grandmother who was practically my mother too was extremely sick and is not going to get any better. I looked at her and everything changed in her appearance. She no longer had the full head of brown hair, but a baldish head with grey hair. She no longer had that full figure, but a sickly and bony, pale body. Her face didn’t have a smile, but when it did, it was forced. Looking at her, I
I hear a voice saying: " Why don't you give me a hug?", I turn to my left and see my grandma standing there with a magical smile painted gracefully all over her face. I reach out and give her a hug. Then we both sit down and talk about the incredibly long journey to her house.
Sitting up from his mattress on the floor, he could see the light from his window outlining the corners and details of his room. The dusty brown walls. Their were cracks and parts of the wall paper were tearing off. The tan carpet floor and dark stains here and their. He could also see how messy his room was, which was strange because he’s usually quiet tidy. Magazines, notes, and blue prints scattered across the floor. He could also see the cans of Citrus Acid energy drink around the recycling bin. It was getting full.
There are many, many wonderful memories that my grandmother and I shared. If one were to tell you them all this would be a couple hundred pages long. Thankfully, no one is going to do that. Though, many were fun and happy, not all of them were. Some, however, contained my grandmother being sick. As a child, you probably didn’t like seeing somebody else sick. Sure enough, I didn’t. Not at all. From my own experiences, when you are sick, it feels like you will never get better, but you do. My grandmother seemed to always be sick. She confessed that she got used to it, being in a wheelchair, yet somehow, I never did. There was one thing about her that always, inspired me. She was a fighter. She could be one fire, but she would still be smiling.
I remember seeing her laying in her bed, sleeping. You could just tell that she doesn’t have any energy. We walked over and waited till she woke up, which wasn’t long after we got there. My mom told my sisters and I to tell our grandma what we did that day at school. After both of my sisters were done talking, it was my turn. I told her about my science project that we had to do, what I was learning, and how cheer was going. It was difficult trying to carry on the conversation because Grandma couldn’t really talk that much due to her stroke that she just had. After that it went silent, until my mom sparked up a conversation about what we have been doing lately. When
Upon arriving at a two- story house located in a small suburb in the middle of the scorching Arizona desert. You can see one big window from the outside of the house, similar to the size of a fifty-inch TV. Little do you know that behind those windows lies a room filled with peace, security, and warmth. Therefore, your curiosity peaks and decides to explore the enchanting room. As you enter the house you see a stair case to your left about ten steps from the main door. After you make the journey through all of the sixteen steps, you see a room to your right that captivates your attention. You take nine steps to the right, which leads you inside an illuminated room covered in fluffy almond wash carpet. You encounter many items that catch your attention.