Essay about House of a Loving Friend

My grandma was one of the few people I looked up to during the early years of my childhood. She was conscientious, affable, and dependable in her field of work. She worked as a security guard in a high school that was located in Romulus, where she pushed them to strive as if they were her grandchildren. I remember one time in particular, my grandma ran into a former student who dropped out of high school at the age of sixteen a few months prior, working at a pizza place. She caught a glimpse of the girl, and her big brown eyes widened promptly as they were filled with an immense amount of joy and sensitivity. Her initial reaction was to wrap her warm, soft, freckled arms around the nape of the young women’s thin, pale neck. As the conversation continued, I sat at an old wooden table that creaked each time I leaned against it, impatiently waiting for the signal to leave as I kicked my feet back and forth underneath the chair. I was seven at the time and had no idea how my grandma could carry on a conversation so gracefully and for so long. After what felt like a lifetime of waiting, she finally gave me her quick little wave, and her cheery “goodbye” smile and I knew it was time to leave. As we scattered through the busy parking lot, towards the

One evening, I went to Grandma Anna’s home, I enjoyed every bit because I didn’t get to see her as often. In her favorite spot, she was sitting in her favorite old, peeling burgundy cotton chair, smiling as usual. I’ve seen her many times in that same monumental chair, but only this time something was different. I realized that Grandma Anna was getting worn out, all the years of nourishing, cherishing, protecting, and loving her family had taken a toll on her body. I saw skin that glowed like angel wings, a smile bright as the sun, but felt a spirit that was ready to soar.

House, despite having a sexist main character and hardly and characters who are women, is my very favorite television show. When I watch (which, by the way, is every week; religiously), I do so because of the intensity and intrigue of the program. The various medical cases that the show involves keep me on my toes and excited for what is about to happen next. It wasn't until this week, however, that I noticed just how many inequalities and separations there are between men and women in the show.

In 2011, I went to visit my grandma Camille in the old folks’ home. At that time she was 82, and I was 17, and I was about to enter into my senior year of high school. This was the last time I ever saw her. She had been living there for about a year and a half, and I had been to see her a lot. But it was becoming a bit sadder with each visit, partially because the place was full of people who were near the last stages of their life. Even worse, with each visit I saw that my grandma health was in decline and I didn’t know how the handle that.

Friendship, the act of always trusting, loving, and caring for another soul whether for the lust of not being lonely, or the idea of a good amount of support one gives to another.

My grandma Pauline, was literally my world. I loved her so much, and still do. I used to walk to her house almost every weekend. She knew everything about me. She always had a salver, filled with my favorite confectionary. A saccharine, vanilla Tootsie Roll. Her countenance would glow, as I ate the petit, pearly treat. Every time my mother, and my sisters would visit her, she would quote, “You made my day!” I miss those meaningful days. My granny Pauline, I only had known her for nine years, but somehow counseled myself to build a limited bond, little did I know, would only last about nine years. I didn’t know what could go wrong. Every night for three years straight, I would ask, Will Grandma Pauline come to visit me when I’m older? Of course, I was only about ages four through seven, thinking she will last forever, just like a stone, with a few changes, she would always be Pauline Martins.

I lived life a very long time before I met Oren Crafts. I don’t know the precise moment we became friends, but, surely, it is something I consider him. The story of how he became my life-line actually happened fairly recently. It was a mild, summer late-night when I received a text from him saying he needed to talk. I’m not sure what topic kept him up this long and troubled him so much that he needed my help, but I hopped in my truck anyway and drove to his house. Contrary to what you might expect, he was helping me more this night than I was helping him.

Friendship is weird. You select random strangers who have similar personality traits as you and then give them affection and plan activities and spend time with them. Assuming you have a specific person in mind, think back to when you weren’t friends yet. If you were to never cross paths ,where would you be? I tend to think about this question a lot, and I have concluded that my life has been affected in a way I will never really know why or how, but it all started with my next door neighbor.

Me and my friends Chase and Roselyn. Which are only my real best friends. I am very lucky person to have them. Well we were playing monopoly in my room. I was winning which was all I cared about . My parents were sleeping, they were in a deep sleep. We were hearing clam music that matched the gloomy rain. But something interrupted the peace. A knock in my window and then another one. All of us walked up to the window and wondered what was that all about. Then a light in the mansion,dark and lonely and spooky, the mansion stood there down the street . I said to them “Did you guys see that I know I am not blind”  “ Yeah that makes no sense and it's strange nobody lives there” Chase said. “You are ridiculous, it’s maybe lighting you know that it is raining. Right.” Roselyn said it so confident. Than I said “ Than let's go check if it  just lighting like you said ” I said. I know with my own eyes it wasn’t lighting it was like a ghost figure. It's weird to explain. I wanted to go so bad and live a little and do something scary with my friends for the first time. Roselyn hates scary things. Happy, cheerful Roselyn would never go see a scary movie with me . I see a lot of scary things about the unnatural world so I am used to it. She said ok. “But today isn’t the day that I going to die.”She said.  So we started  to pack our book bags. With flashlights, first aid kit, water, and our phones. I had a special surprise for them. I had brought the ouija board

It was 12 o'clock at night and for the first time it was quiet, other than police sirens and cars honking at each other it was quiet. I was trying to go to sleep but I couldn’t. So I headed downstairs and grabbed a warm glass of milk to help me sleep. That didn’t do any good so I just went to my computer to see what my friends were doing. (if they were online) So I opened up skype and began to call my friends. Surprisingly they were online.

“I-It’s the Key of my mother’s constellation.” I immediately smile at the gift and look at Nathan warmly with tears streaming down my cheeks, “Thank you so much, I absolutely love it.”

When we were taken up to our quarters, I was stunned. The room was BEAUTIFUL. At dinner, I ate two hot dogs and some french fries. When I was going to sleep I heard Autumn screaming. Of course she just wanted to scare me.

“Izzy! Izzy! Is that you?” Izzy turned her head to see a brown haired, brown eyed, skinny, muscular woman walking toward her, with her arms wide open. Izzy turned around grabbed her suitcase, took a deep breath in and turned around. As Izzy walked over to her grandmother so many different thoughts went through her head. What is she like? She seems too happy. This is going to be a long 3 months. Izzys grandma approached her and gave her the biggest hug Izzy had ever been given. She was squeezing her so tight Izzys cheeks looked like tomatos and her eyes looked like they were about to fall out any minute. Izzy pushed away from her grandma, but her grandma wouldn’t let go. Finally Izzy said struggling to get the words out,

“Like the mistake of cramming all your studying into the night before your most pivotal day of the year, every students endorse of value”. I turned towards mom to see her face of stunned confusion, not knowing what to say or do. I then look at grandma, thinking of a way to break the silence. “And when you carried her for 9 months?” I asked, trying to stay in contact with that wash of brown. “Oh, it was so difficult. The pain any little child fears. But when she came out, your mom had me thanking the lord for a gift I'll never replace; even with a girl's best friend, diamonds!” she jokingly gasped. “I could endure any pain that came after it too, just to have your mother wrapped around my arms, then she gave me a smile ”. And then she gave me a smile that just seemed so genuinely sweet with just the right angle to showcase the faint creases of her laugh lines; flourished by the years she had set her foot on earth. It was that unexpected gush of warmth that went through me as I saw that dimple peak through. Seeing grandma smile gave me that slow-mo feeling no american movie forgets to showcase. When she smiled, I lost focus of the distraction around, apart from the woman who was in front of me. The woman who owned a smile so contagious, it was so bright. Bright enough to light up New York city after dark.

“You’re not a monster at all…” Riley whispered, still with pain in her throat. Slowly she moved closer to him and lay a hand on his face then drew it to the light and the terror returned. She felt sick to her stomach at the sight of it. The skin had curdled and his nose had never grown, his eyes were sunken and red with soreness then his mouth was sagging with sharp white teeth alike a creature. She fell backwards in shock as he hoped she would see him in a different way. She moved quite quickly, up the basement stairs to find no door at all but just a blockage of brick and wood. There was way away from this beast. She started hitting the door in fear as he grabbed her by her waist and threw her onto the bed then pinned her down. She squirmed and yelled but he was too strong for her.