Essay About Happy Birthday

The sky was always blue holding sunshine rays in her world. Her name was Rosaline Deponte, my great-grandma. The continuous smile that she showed on her face reminded us how precious life is and to not take things for granted. Cold wood floors that could easily freeze toes, single-walled construction, shut rows of jalousie windows, and the smell of warm sweet bread on the counter 24/7, that was Rosaline’s house.

What does this account reveal about the nature of slavery and how slavery affected southern society?

In The Narrative of the Life of Fredrick Douglass, Fredrick Douglass tells stories of his life as a slave and a many of his horrible experiences. During the time of slavery, people were discriminated against because of their skin color and where they come from. African-Americans were forced to work for British white people in America for many years. These slaves were not treated with respect nor where they treated like human beings. They were seen as animals and over-worked. Douglass was born into slavery and was a slave for many years of his life until escaping to freedom. Fredrick Douglass describes what life was like in slavery and how slaves were treated by their masters. Slavery was a dehumanizing

"I didn’t know I was a slave until I found out I couldn’t do the things I wanted," Frederik Douglass. The definition of the word slave is a person who is the legal property of another and is forced to obey them. In 1845, people were treated as property, and human beings were treated as if they were dogs or a pet to their master. Commissioners were appointed to divide properties and tragically, humans. Mr. Douglass lived the life of a slave and escaped wisely and cunningly.

Then my dad come out my dad told me to get in the car because it was chilly outside. I was feeling nerves then my dad told me the news. Then

The hour and a half was up. My mom and brother were going to the front doors, when she got a call from my dad.

I sat down on the old wooden chair that was in the middle of the kitchen, everything was quite cramped together but we didn’t mind. He put a plate down in front of me and then plopped two pieces of toast on it. I thanked him and then hastily ate my food. I checked the clock on

I gather up my books and pencils and walked out of the classroom. My best friend Sally was about to cry. So we had our little best friend moment. “be safe” she said taking her seat in the back of the classroom. I looked into her heartbroken eyes I felt like I was about to cry “I will, I promise”. i said walking out of the classroom and down the hallway and on my way to the office. I then heard two familiar voices. “does she have to go there are more than just one black student at this school other than just her” a lady’s voice said. “yes, she does don’t worry she will be in great care-” i could tell that was Ms. Clinn voice until she got interrupted by a grown men. “ how do you know that?” he yelled making me jump.”because she will be living with Melba Pattilo Beals and her family until you guys are ready to move down there yourselfs.” Ms. Cinn said i’ll be living with melba? I’LL BE LIVING WITH MEBLA I thought in my head over and over and over again. “were not moving anywhere” a man’s voice said. “i’m sorry sir but if not then Arianna will have to move on her own” Ms. Clinn said those words made my heart stop. “ And either is my daughter” A woman said, wait that’s my mom and dad. “mom and dad?” I questioned walking coming face to face with my mom and dad, Ms. clinn, the school board and none other than Mr.

Standing at the bus stop with my friends. some kids where fighting at the bus. a crowd of student started screaming, jumping and acting raged and violently. then i saw my uncle and two other person come over i asked my who was that and the man said that he is my dad. my friend were like you don't know your dad. I sad that I don't see for years, and I was surprised that he was here all ready.

In November my sister Brandie came down to my house. Brianna and I got our items. Then I had walked outside with the items and taken all of it to the car. I went back in then we had to say our good-byes to our endeared idolised mother.

After a couple hours of unwrapping gifts, the rest of the night was singing, eating, laughter,

“Fine,” I sighed. Even though it was a cold winter day, and I would be glad to go inside for a bit, I had almost finished up harvesting Mr. Steve’s crops for the day. Ever since the blacks had become free, we all had to work harder. Not that I cared, for I had a few friends and I don’t agree with slavery. Anyways, he said that I had to finish the crops before 7 o'clock.

Throughout the short story, The Birthday, the writer, Samantha Ashenhurst uses the writing tool: Get the name of the dog. To begin with, Samantha begins the story with a descriptive introduction, which gives the reader the ability to visualize the current circumstance’s atmosphere. For instance, the author mentions the specific kind of drink and pizza, the color of the blinds, the exact number of times she pukes, and takes medicine, etc. She describes the background’s setting in details as well. In my opinion, Samantha’s very specific, which portrays how honest she is. This also leads to building the writer’s own distinct voice. Thus, this effectively initiates a connection with the reader psychologically.

The morning sunshine seeped through the cracks between my shutters, lighting up my room. I could hear the clock ticking and the rays of sunlight bouncing off of my eyelids. I barely got any sleep last night because I was ecstatic that tomorrow was, my birthday! I jumped up out of bed, how could I have forgotten that it was my birthday? Suddenly all of my drowsiness turned it into excitement and I jumped up, throwing the red gradient quilt off of my bed. I slowly walked out of my room, making very little noise, checking to see if anyone else was awake. I peeked through the intricate staircase railings and tried to spot anyone downstairs, no one was in sight. I tiptoed down the cream coloured stairs, reached the bottom and got startled when my mom yelled, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”, her voice bouncing off the walls of house. A grin so big spread across my face, I couldn’t believe I was turning four years old!

We all sat down and talked. We talked about how everyone has been. My sisters school and my brothers new job. While we were talking there was another knock on the door. I went to go open the door and it was the pizza and the wings. I payed for them and grabbed the boxes and walked into the kitchen where my family was. Everyone was really hungry but my family really wanted me to see the big surprise they got for me. SO we agreed we would go outside to see what they got me. We went outside when I saw what they got me I almost cried in joy. My family got me the same looking motorcycle that was on my cake. It was a black Kawasaki Ninja 2017. It had a nice leather seat.The lights were bright white and it was really shinny.But I had one question.