Essay About My 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.

The incident took place three days after my birthday. I have received an assortment of condolences in my lifetime, but this one definitively trounced its comrades.

day my mom announced, we were moving in with my aunt in the United States. Seven-years-old,

Next week will be seven years since I felt my twins moving in my belly. It’s been almost seven years since I’ve been gloriously naive of what it means to lose a child. Seven years since my water broke a day before twenty weeks. Seven years since I gave birth to my son…all nine ounces of him.

She came home the next day with her friend who I had known forever. My mom asked her friend to help me pack a bag. "Mom, you just got home? Why am I leaving?" She looked like she was going to cry. I didn't understand.

Everything became surreal. Within a few long, excruciating hours my cousin Maya and her husband Jordan’s life together would drastically change. After anxiously waiting for the updates and details about her delivery, at precisely 9:24 PM the most precious individual entered my heart, immediately giving me one of the greatest reminders I would ever receive.

“I'm so sorry we're late , we just got here last night and still feel jet lagged”. The guy was playing the guitar and singing and looks at my mom and smiles.

It was about 6:30 pm on a weekday evening, and I had just finished eating dinner. My mom was slaving over the sink trying to clean up the mess we had made at dinner. When I approached her with that look on my face suggesting I wanted something. She knew it right away and asked what I wanted.

Great to know about the birthday and, by the way, in which day is it exactly? We need to plan something to

The day of November 5th, 2001 stands uniquely in time, specifically to me as my birthday. Through the examination of the day of my birth, I have found a new outlook concerning the circumstances of the world, country, and town into which I was born. This knowledge grants me a new perspective on not only how much I have grown into an individual, able to contribute

They called and left me a message because they were upset about something and said they just needed a hug and perhaps a shoulder to cry on. I was attending Aaron's back to school night, so didn't hear their voicemail until a couple of hours later. I quickly returned the call and left them a message, expressing how sorry I was that they were going through a rough time, that I am here for them, and to give me a call back. Today I dropped off some flowers and a card at their house; that's how I would wish to be

My little brother, Asbjorn was born 1 month early. This was an even rougher journey to go through, but we made it. This entire sibling thing was all new to me, and I wound up enjoying it surprisingly. Now I’m here in Greenbrier, and he’s starting to take his first steps. I wish he would get a little bigger

Mom said that she had something to tell us. She gathered us in the kitchen, she turned her phone on like she was taking a video of us. She said “we’re going to San Francisco to visit your aunt over February break! My sister and I were so very excited. My Mom told us to get our stuff ready because we were leaving the next day.

I walked into the dining room to find my smiling parents. My mom was hiding her phone against her shirt, evidently not want me to catch a glimpse of her screen. I asked what was going on, and the

“Come on!” My sister calls. Her and my mother are giddy. They can hardly contain themselves with their excitement. I am excited too, but I am also