Life As I Know It Is Gone in Movie, Aftershock

It was wednesday when it started I remember I was in my room. Loud sirens began to wail and my dad came in to get me. The look on his face was very concerning and I knew something was wrong. The

And all of a sudden we hear the high winds screeching creepily from outside our house, the branches were loudly scratching and scraping against the house loudly. As I looked around I got more and more freaked out. There were boxes everywhere creating shadows from our flashlight and creating darkness that the flashlight couldn't fill. My entire family was scared, as scared as a chipmunk would be if a lion was in it’s tree. My Dad was searching for something in a sea of darkness, my mom trying to comfort my now crying siblings with a horrifying worried look on her face and me thinking to myself, When will it be done, what damage will it do and Oh No. As I thought I heard something crack from outside of my house, and then

As I was laying on the cushioned couch on a Saturday afternoon, my phone began buzzing in my dark black Nike basketball shorts. As I read the caller ID I noticed that it was my mom. As soon as I picked up the phone I knew something was wrong. My mom's voice was scratchy, and depressed. As I picked up the phone she immediately told me the horrifying news. For a few seconds I had to comprehend what I was hearing. After I analyzed what she had said I screeched my lungs out, bawling hysterically, as if I had heard that the world was ending. For a moment I couldn't breathe, hearing that our healthy Chihuahua had passed away. After that tragic day, about a few months later, even though I was still awestruck by that wretched day the question finally

The day was February 11, 2007. I had just woken up. I went to my closet to get ready for the day, threw on some clothes and went into the kitchen. The day was dark, the atmosphere had an unusual dreariness to it. My mom was in the kitchen making breakfast for my brother, cousin and I. That is when the phone rang. Every day, every hour that phone rings. I never thought my mom ever gets off of it. My mom picks up the phone and it was like a movie, someone calls and receives horrible news and drops the phone from shock. That was this scenario. My mom could not get off the phone any quicker. She calls for everyone to hurry up and get in the car, dressed or in pajamas. I knew something was terribly wrong, did my father die from a plane crash, or did my grandma fall?

Jing-Mei characterizes her mother as an ideal parental figure by showing how much hope she has in her daughter. Her mother’s only wishes are to give her daughter more opportunities than she had growing up in China. And by doing this she shows that no matter how many conflicts there is between a mother and daughter, a mother will never give up hope on her daughter. She will cherish her for who she is in the end.

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed

People were coming out injured and screaming. I kept thinking about all my friends and family. Where were they and are they okay? My mom came and got me. It looked like she came out of the church because she was all dirty and full of dust. We rushed and left to go home as soon as possible. Police kept warning everyone to stay inside and to not let anyone outside. This all felt like a dream. I never thought this would happen. We sat and watched the news. The reporter said, “Twenty two people reported injured, and four dead.” I was shocked. Who were those four people, why did it have to be four people? Later on in the night my mom was making supper and the news reporter was going to release the names of the injured and dead. He started reading off names of the injured and then he got to the for dead. The reporter read “Addie Mae Collins 14, Denise McNair 11, Carole Robertson 14, Cynthia Wesley 14, all found dead in the basement restroom rubble.”. As soon as he read off the first name I could not stop crying. These were my friends from church. At that point, I was in trembling. I felt like the air was taken out of me.They were so young. Why did they have to die?

At 8:46 am that morning I felt a sharp pain in my side. It was then that I realized that an airplane had hit me in the side. Parts of me were falling apart and I did not know what to do. As I stood there in despair and not knowing what to do I just looked out and saw many things happen at once. People were scramming to get out and to find safety from this disaster and me. The police and firemen arrived and tried to help the people. Minutes later at 9:03 am my brother who still stood tall and strong was also hit by an airplane. I couldn’t bear to look at him and the pain that he was going through. Though I was in

As I buried my husband and looked down my street I saw people grieving, coughing, sores all over there bodies and purple-blue spots covering their arms. Mothers crying for help with their dead children hanging out of their arms, fathers dying off to quickly, and the worst part was knowing all your loved ones would drop eventually to the dancing death. I promised my self I will be strong enough and made a choice to stay inside my home to survive. I used to walk down to people laughing and kids playing. I would have conversations with my friends that I have known my whole life. Now I 'm scared to walk down the road, in fact I 'm scared to walk outside of my home.

But how it all happened to me was terrible. I was sleeping when I heard a crash from down stairs. At first I thought it was my dog running into things again but then I heard my parents screaming. I was terrified more than ever before in my life. I quickly ran into my closet where I hid behind a few boxes. I then herd steps coming up stars then in the hallway leading into my room. I could hear them at my door. All I wanted to do was scream and run but I couldn’t I was too scared to move. The

I recall all of us marching up the stairs when we started hearing cracking and thumps from cabinets falling over. We started to call 911. They did not answer because they were getting millions of calls from other people. My parents suddenly said we needed to leave the house. So we all scrambled down the stairs to the front door, my mother and me were the last ones. However, the stairs were muggy from our shoes that were soaked in water. As I was climbing down the stairs, my feet slid out from under me and I fell on my back, which shot a pain all the way through my body. I could hardly manage to swallow without feeling pain. Nevertheless, I picked myself up and kept walking. As we, all stood by the front door the water had come up to our waists. My father told us to stand clear of the door because when he turned the knob it would sling open very fast from the force of the water. When he did turn the knob, he was correct and it whirled open very fast. From all the water that gushed in, the water level rose about one foot higher in seconds. With all this water, tons of debris floated around the

Most people will experience something horrible in their lives. As a young child, I was ignorant to the idea that bad things could happen in my life. One cold day in November, my Mom said that she was feeling a little sick and had some pain in her neck. After some tests, the doctors came up with a diagnosis, it was devastating. Even after the evidence from X-Rays and MRI scans, my family was trying to find any reason to deny the truth. My Mom, Gricelda Martinez Ozuna, the strongest and most determined person I knew was fading away and I knew my time with her was shortening every passing moment.

Suddenly the whirlwind stopped. I heard someone downstairs. It wasn’t a real person talking, it came from our TV. It didn’t matter to me that he was talking. It mattered to me how he was talking. One or all my family members was watching a

A few weeks ago I was sitting in my old dusty chair watching the news. I was just thinking about the day’s work ahead of me, and wondering if my body will make it through the day. I heard a car door slam. I imagined that it was my wife pulling in, but that would be impossible. I wondered who it could be. I do not get many visitors this time of year, not in the off-season. Could it be the fella that was on the news? They said a girl was murdered in Iowa and the suspect got away, and may be on his way to Canada. Then a loud knock on the door filled the empty room. I got out of my chair slowly, like a pregnant woman would, and made my way to the door. I could hear a creak with every step I took, and only God knows if it came from the floor, or these knobby knees.

The movie gave me a new perspective on why some Chinese moms are either so strict or understanding when it comes to raising their daughters, it all comes back to how they were raised and the traditions that they were taught. It’s like a repeating cycle that we women all have to go through. We are all destined to become mothers one day, make that relationship last for a