My Baby - Original Writing

Suddenly, a man approaches me and questions, “Are you lost? Do you have a family?” I can tell he is utterly literate. He looks clean in a blue dress shirt and brown pants. “Yes, sir. I lost my mother,” I claim. I try to hold back my tears but I just can't. He asks, “When’s the last time you saw your mother?” I say, “About five minutes ago. She was asking a woman for directions and I walked away thinking she would still be there. This is my entire fault; I- I never should have walked away in the first place.” He opens his arms for a hug. I can’t help it. He is a stranger, but I

He looked around, then asked his mom where Dad was. She choked a little before explaining, “Dad’s really busy right now with saving more people, like the men who rescued you.”

“My mom and sister are arguing and I feel like something bad is going to happen!” I said while my eyes were puffing up with tears.

My mom rushed towards me while Veronica phoned 911. About after 15 minutes of waiting, my mom grabbed me and set me down in the backseat of the car. She and Veronica quickly jumped in the car and began to drive to the hospital. Mom was driving while Veronica was ripping up her shirt and covering up my wound. When we finally reached the hospital, my mom and Veronica carried me through the doors and got me to a nurse named Mrs. Zowcowitz.`` I need help, it’s my son, he’s been shot.’’ My mom said panicking.`` I’ll go get help.’’ Nurse Zowcowitz said running through the hall. ``Doctor! Doctor! There’s a boy he’s been shot! He’s losing a lot of blood.’’ She said flailing her arms.`` I’m going right now.’’ Dr. Wade said running towards me. ``Oh there is a lot of blood, quick, we have to get him upstairs.’’ Dr. Wade said calm and collective like. I was then put on a stretcher and was rushed into an elevator. I can remember looking up at my mother with tears in my eyes. I was going to die, I knew it. When they finally got me to a room, I was laid on a bed on was being hooked up with an I.V. ``Everything is gonna be ok.’’ Mom said. Even though the doctors tried their best to save me, I closed my eyes and died shortly

“what happened ...are you ok…” my dad ask. I can tell he's trying to soothe me.

The sight of her, knocked the breath out of me like a two ton mack truck hitting a brick wall. I turned around and bluntly stated that I would like for her to leave. Without hesitation, my papaw laughed and said he could not ask his daughter to leave. By this time, I have grown angrier than a leprechaun without his pot of gold. My next statement, I shall leave than, hit my mamaw hard. Instantly, tears began to flow from her brown eyes, but I stuck to my

“I have something to ask you about. I long time ago. Right after Mommy died, I was very sad. And I cried a lot. But I was afraid if you saw me cry it would make you sadder than you already were.”

I was on my way out of the house heading for school. I grabbed my coat, my backpack, and my sketchbook. The roads were busy I was walking today, I started to open the door the cold breeze biting my nose and glazing my eyes with water. Then mama had coughed so loud the air trembled with shock. She’d been coughing and wheezing since September. I thought it was because of Roxy she’s my secret, but mama doesn’t have allergies.

A man who was dressed like my dad did for work, came up to the window and asked us if we were okay.’’ Yes, we are okay. “ my dad said. My mom looked back at me and Jacob then she looked in the floor between us. Mom cried when she seen her big beautiful glass angel in the floor. After that they were pulling my brother out of the car then me I was scared. I don't remember the doctor checking me out but I was fine just shocked. I assumed that the lady that hit us was okay, I think I seen her put into the ambulance truck.

“It’s okay they can know now,” my dad suddenly said in a stiff and crackly voice with the sound of pain in his breath.

but the rain was pouring in so many different directions that he couldn’t make out the shape of a person. He felt Alice’s hand fall on his shoulder, and he told her he’d heard a knock.

“Hurry up! Your grandfather is calling. Come catch up on the phone,” my mother shouted loudly from downstairs.

Sensing my internal turmoil, Father turned to me with a worried expression. “Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.

“What is going to happen to Daisy? Where are you going to live?” I said as my voice was shaking.

The dark red blood was now covering the sidewalk, puddling up around my father. In this moment I just wanted the help to arrive as quickly as possible. My mother was trying her best to comfort my father, although she was not stable herself at this point.