Essay About The Bunton

My mother was in the laundry room, folding clothes. I could tell she had been crying from her red, puffy eyes. This

It was taking a long time to find the right address because the GPS had taken us to the wrong house. We pulled into the driveway and typed it in again. Mom was so tired that she kept dozing off as well, so Callie was in charge of keeping her awake. Every time she’d tap on her shoulder, Mom would say something along the lines of, “I know, I know! We are almost there.” It was around one in the morning when we arrived at grandpa’s house.

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We all get out of the car BRING BRING my moms phone rings and all the sudden my mom starts crying and then I get scared. Then she got of the phone and…

I went into the living room to let the mom outside to use the restroom. Came back in the my grandma’s bedroom.” My mammie , said to go check on the puppies

It was a bright morning, I woke up from bed and took a quick shower. I asked my mom if I can ride the horse now, but my mom remembered something, oh

This is the time i had gotten lost at walmart my mom had went to the bathroom and i had went off to look at the games and my mom had went to the front of the store and looked u there for me. And as i went u to the front she had went to the back to find me she looked for me for about 30 minutes. I had no phone to call her and so i had finally went up to te here to the front and told them that i had lost my mom and they went over the intercom.

That evening when my mama did come home, I was all set to surprise her again with the money. But unfortunately as soon as I saw her getting out of the Family Truckster I could tell now wasn’t the best time to approach her. (And yes, we really do have a Family Truckster

“Wake up son. Today is the day.” My mother said shaking me from a deep sleep the next morning. We had checked into our hotel

It all started on a cold winter morning. It wasn’t snowing too bad, but it was cold. My Grandpa headed out to the deer stand before the sun broke the horizon. He wasn't expecting much because the season was coming to an end. The stand he was using that day ended up being a pine tree he found in the swamp-like area. I feel like that wasn’t the best decision to make because it was freezing cold. As my grandpa was sitting in the pine tree, he suddenly heard something breaking ice down below. He looked down from the pine tree and spotted a doe. As it walked, it jumped over the fence and continued onward. A little while later, he heard something else walking and breaking ice. He spotted the deer and realized it was a small buck. He watched it as it jumped the fence and

Mama’s dream was to get a house for their family, but her son didn’t want the house. Even though the son and Mama didn’t agree she still went out and bought

The boys were wishing they were at home with mother at home warmer than they were, when

My family all came to the dinner table to eat. Everybody was grabbing their food except for the dad of the family. His name was Kevin Hess. He was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. Then the mom of my family said, ‘’Kevin why don’t you come to the table eat with us.’’

I woke up the next morning, and went to the kitchen because every Saturday morning Mama always makes pancakes with bacon and eggs because she knew it was my favorite but she wasn't there. So I checked her room and she wasn't there either. I looked all over the house and I could not find her. Until, I saw that the back door was cracked open. I walked outside in the morning daylight and looked around a little bit. I walked down by the water, and there she was.

Born in 1937 in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia’s capital city, my grandfather has many stories to tell me. As I sit and listen to him regale me with stories of his past, I learn many things from him that I had never known before now. He describes many parts of his childhood growing up in Malaysia, like his family and the place he called home. His childhood home was an old and run down sauce factory in the years before he lived there. He describes it as having no partitions with no flooring, and when it rained hard – a common occurrence – it got flooded. He tells me stories of how he used to view it as a haunted house – the most memorably frightening occurrence in the house was possibly when “one night…heavy brick just came tumbling down the ladder…for no reason. We didn't have any pets or anything in the house, and this just happened.” He tells me of his many siblings – he shocks me when he casually brings up that “there were ten of [them] - one or two had died.” Another detail that catches my interest is how close his whole family was, as he claims he and his siblings got on quite well, and never actually fought. Out of all the members of his unusually large family, my grandfather said he was closest to his mother – my great-grandmother. The most influential person to him as a younger boy, “[his mother] loved [him] me quite a lot…because I was the youngest in the family, and she saw to all [his] needs. In addition, I was really close to her. [He] studied at night beside her bed, by candlelight, and then she used to tell [him] creepy stories of her days in China. And that is part of the reason why [he] was so scared of the dark as a boy. She used to tell [my grandfather] ghost stories and [he] was the closest to her.”