My Birthday Day In My Life

After I had settled, the first call came through, my phone rang for three times and there was no reaction from the people studying. After some minutes, he called again, and my phone rang for six times, and I did not answer, and the people in the room did not alert me the phone was ringing. Lastly, during the third call, the phone rang again and finally one of the persons alerted me the phone was ringing. After he had told me, I stepped out of the room like I was going to see who was calling and maybe called them back.

I waited for her for 10 minutes so I started to get nerves because I thought she forgot about me so I started to blow her phone up. Then some random voice I did not recognize answered the phone and the stated, “Hello, Are you Gabrielle Burton?” I replied, “Yes. Who am I speaking to?”

A few years ago, an acquaintance received a stunning phone call from her daughter 's

At least she agreed to take me later. I sat on my bed and stared out the window.

“Love you too.” She responded. Then there was a click and phone flashed green again. I put the phone on the nightstand and laid down on the bed and stared at the white ceiling for what it had seemed like forever. I woke up two hours later, startled because I had forgotten where I was at. I heard voices coming from the living and thought to myself “People must already be here.” I get up and I put my favorite ocean blue, fuzzy dress and stumbled out the door and I ran into my mom.

After the freaky deep voice, I gave them a silence response. Instantly I hung up with no idea who the guy is. I am under tree all alone standing in the middle of nowhere thinking I really want my mom now. Hoping I could ring her right now, I had no phone service. Seeing the alert made me wonder how I could answer the anonymous call? Something told me that there were some strange things happening.

Ms Mullen called me last Friday, 06/23/17 around 5PM and left me two messages in a row.

I answered. “Mija, where’s your grandma? Go get her now! It’s important.” that’s all I remembered from that phone call, but the moment I handed my grandmother the phone I saw her bright smile turn into the world’s most darkest frown. Out of the speck of my eyes, I saw small tears running down her face, with big worries she ran quickly to get a sweater and her purse.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Six in the morning on a Monday and people are already ringing my phone. In the process of reaching for my glasses on my nightstand, I knock over a glass of water. I quickly jump out of bed to catch the glass, but I just wasn’t quick enough. Shards of glass all over my bedroom rug, I knew I needed to roll out of bed and clean this mess up. Then I remember the continuously ringing phone that seemed to be ringing for the last five minutes. As I finally grab my phone, I look at the name on the screen and it read Sophia. Why in the world would my sister be calling me at six in the morning? This better be important, otherwise she’s certainly going to think twice before calling this early again. I answer the phone and call her name with frustration, but for a moment Sophia stood in silence. She finally responds and all she could say was that mother is in the emergency room at Riverside Hospital.

I got back to my room, saw a bright light of phone lit up small circle. May be call or message but of whose?

One Saturday afternoon while sitting at home feeling bored, I looked up her name up in the phone book. I dialed the number and a man's voice answered. I hung up the phone and dialed again and hung up. This went on for perhaps 2-3 minutes. Half an hour later the operator called on our telephone with my mom saying “It won't happen again.”

The clock rang at 5am in the morning, I got up from my bed and I was walking to the bathroom while everybody in my house still sleeping. Walking to the subway took me about 7 minutes to be there and I need 35 minutes more to be in the university. My class started on time and run through 10 am. After that, my friends and I decided to go to The Met via 6-line subway. We walked inside The Met about an hour and a half then we were deciding that which restaurant we are going to eat for lunch.

She spoke with such a calming voice that it knocked me out of my shocked state, resulting in me asking what I should do. She instructed me to grab her cell phone and bring it to her, quickly. I ran out towards her room and fumbled in the darkness to reach the small device that layed on her nightstand. Once back to my room I handed my mother the phone and saw the three simple numbers that made my stomach churn, nine one one. The ambulance arrived within ten minutes and rushed Cierra to the hospital. After speeding through the empty streets to the hospital, we ended up waiting thirty minutes before anyone came out to talk to

It wasn’t until the morning of Saturday, May 21, 2016 that I realized what the true feeling of unconditional love was. The moment a parent looks into his or her child’s eyes there is just so much love it’s unbelievable. People think they know what love is when they love a significant other, family member, or a close friend; however, that love is nothing compared to the love a parent experiences the day his or her child is born. That is the love I felt the moment I placed my beautiful baby boy on my chest.

Throughout my life, there were many days that were significant; however there is only one day that stands from the rest. The most important day of my life is the day I graduated high school. Graduating high school was an emotional day because I felt prepared to exit one stage of my life and optimistic for the next step in my life.