Diary Of Kirstin Oneill Essay

I went to my living room to ask my mom a question, to see she wasn’t there. I asked my brother “where’s mom?” and he replied with “shes at the hospital, grandpa got burnt.” I would never have expected “grandpa got burnt” to be as severe as it was. I remember my mom coming home around two in the morning. I got up and out of bed to ask some questions. She said “I don’t wanna talk about it right now. Pack some stuff up, we’re going to Waterloo tomorrow.” So I listened and packed up a bag.

As I sit in the car on a breezy summer day with the windows down talking to my mom we were on our way to meet my dad because it was his weekend. When we arrived, I went into my dad’s car and started to play on my smart phone. I was so utterly bored on the way to his house until my dad got a phone call. I had no clue as to what was going on, my dad had a confused and panic stricken look on his face. He hung up the phone and calmly said “We have to go get grandma, Uncle Steve was in a bad accident.” I immediately texted my mom and told her what was happening. We got to my grandma’s house and took off to a hospital in Illinois. On the way to the hospital my dad received a phone call from my Aunt Sandy. I carefully watched his facial expressions as he talked, his face slowly turned bright red and I could see tears forming in his eyes. I knew that something horrible must have happened. I was so scared of what the news could be. My grandma looked at my dad and nervously asked “Doug what’s wrong? Your face is red and you have tears in your eyes.” Dad shook his head, “nothing ma, everything is fine,” his voice cracked as a tear rolled down his red face. Then I knew something terrible had happened.

We were arriving at my new home when I realized it was right next to Eastside Elementary, my old school. I got out of the car when I saw one of my old friends across the street, waving at me. I smiled. She got invited over to the moving party, and we played outside making mud pies and riding in Wilsons miniature

I stood on the porch just thinking about my mother, oh how I miss my mother. If I could just see her one more time I would have so much to tell her. All I have left was my sister and my father, I'm just thinking about how much love I need to show them; because no one knows how much time we have left her on the earth. At the time, looking back on my mother and all she did for me, I honestly believe that she was the only person in my life that gave me joy and happiness. During the war the only thing I could ever thing of, the only thing that keep me sane was my mother. While being sorrowful on the porch, the door opens and I see my sister standing there crying. She runs at me a leaps into my arms crying, she tells me “its been to long brother”. I tell her that crying will only make me cry. At that moment my father walks throw the door and gives both my sister and I the biggest most immense hug. After maybe ten minutes of hugging the the porch we head inside and I got to take a shower and get ice for my head trying to relieve the

When I got my family was around our wooden table. My dad on his soft voice said “ I don’t think your grandpa will go through one more night, you need to call him” he cried. I felt like I couldn’t do it, felt so week and a huge hole in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before, I grabbed the phone and when I was about to call, the phone ringed, I passed the phone to my dad, It was my aunt sobbing and barely able to speak, then she said “ he passed away, I’m sorry honey” I couldn’t believe it I didn’t even had the chance to say

It was an early September afternoon. The weather was warm with a light breeze of lake air. My mother and I were in a small garage trying to enjoy that last weeks of summer. My mom started to ask me a question about school and how I am doing, but while she was asking she started to slur her sentence she was going to say. The slur made her voice slow, as a snail. She realized what was happening and she stopped, like a bullet hitting a target a meter away.

“Hey we need to talk.” my mother said as we just got done cleaning the kitchen on the saturday before we were going to leave. It was December the 19, 2015 when mom told us that my Grandpa had cancer. While we were sitting at the table me and my sister started to cry. Mom said “But just don't bring it up while we are down there please he doesn't need the stress.” We both said ok and carried on with the day. That Monday we got up early in the morning and packed up the car and Jonathan wanted to take his remote control monster truck that he got on christmas and I told him “we don't have any room for that” And mom said “let him take it this could be the last time he could spend time with him.”

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, I sat in the kitchen table eating while my mom cleaned the house. The calmness of the house was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing, my mom answers. I look over to her and see her face flooded with tears, my heart sank to my stomach, I had never seen her that way before. Stuttering my mom says “hurry get into the car we’re leaving.” She hurries to gather her purse as she yells

I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was one o'clock around my lunch period, but I needed to go the nurse’s office because I discover something and I wanted to know what was it. Sitting in the medical office while she examines me, she begins to tell me what was going on with me. I felt my chest tighten like I couldn’t breathe and I wanted to cry in front of her, but I didn’t want to show her. I waited for her to leave the room, I cried myself. Heading to my math class feeling ashamed and embarrassed, I wanted to crawl under a rock so nobody can see me or ask me a question, but all my thoughts stopped when I walked inside the classroom sitting at my desk. Being in class with a bunch of boys was hard, you had to be strong and not show

It was a small town called Springton 1983 ,and it was early one foggy day as I began to finally get out of bed. I Could hear my mother from downstairs yelling my name,”David!!!” my mom yelled loudly as I practically jumped from my room to the kitchen. As I almost fell down because I ran so fast I stood up and looked at my mom with her shining red hair that glowed from the sunlight. I ate breakfast and headed out the door and went for the park. I was the new kid in town and I would be starting my ninth grade year in a month. After I arrived at the park I threw my bike in the dirt and raced towards the swing set.I secretly hoped I would make a friend as I sat in the lonely park.

I cried the first day I was abandoned cruelty by my mother to the horrors of school life. It was the teacher who ended up pulling me off of her leg. I ended up crying the rest of the day, the rest of the week, and the rest of the year. It was horrible and I thought she was going to leave me forever, that is until she came and picked me up a few hours later.

When I was in first grade I had no friends. I moved a lot so it was hard to make friends because every time I made one I ended up moving. I just moved from New Hampshire to Maine. It was my first day of school. I was sitting all alone when this girl named Amaya came up to me. she asked why I was sitting all alone. I was really shy when I was younger so I didn't reply to her. I just kept looking at her scared to say anything, because she was the first person other than the teacher that talk to me at school that day. she could already tell I was shy and she felt so so bad so she moved next to me. I was scared and surprised to see her talking to me. I didn't think she was going to move next to me because she just said it but I thought

I found myself slowly walking up to his memorial. The crash site, where he passed away. The telephone pole stood upright, with letters and flowers scattered on the ground next to it. In the middle, one of his hats, hung up, surrounded by love letters and pictures of him and his friends. The air around me was heavy, I had only my thoughts keeping me company. Down the road, my step dad sat, in his car, tearing up seeing the memorial. I kiss my hand, and place it to the pole. Muttering out a prayer. Let me explain what happened

Mom picked us up early from school one day, and I saw a look of fear on her face as she uncharacteristically sped away. "Mom, where are we going?" I asked. "Your dad is in the hospital, he's very sick. We are going to see him," she replied, choking on her words speaking to her two young children. "WHAT'S WRONG!?" my brother and I exclaimed. "Your dad broke his leg really bad, and he could have a blood clot that could go to his heart." I couldn't control myself. I cried all the way to the

It was the first day of kindergarten, my mother took me to the school and as we were walking in she told me, “Don’t worry sweetheart, you are going to make so many friends and mommy will be here to pick you up after the day is over.” We hadn’t even made it into the classroom and I was already crying because I didn’t want to leave my mom. I had never been away from my her for a whole day, how in the world did they expect me to do that when I was only about five years old. She told me it would be alright and then proceeded to go back home. I spent half of the day in the classroom crying, refusing to do anything but eventually gave in because I was hungry. When my mom picked me up from school that day, she asked me how the day was, and by that time I had forgotten about how scared I was to be without her. I was so excited for the next day.