My Grandmother - Original Writing

All I saw was a ginormous, pointy needle and shut my eyes tight so I couldn't see what was happening. Before I knew it he finished putting stitches on me after about fifteen to twenty minutes. When he unwrapped me from the cozy blanket I jumped of the bed so that he could put a big bandage to cover my chin. He announced, "You have to keep that same bandage on for a few weeks."

“Fine. I’ll take her, but only if you have Dad legally sign the company branch I work at over to me.”

I jump and scream. As I get half way through the Woods I trip on root coming out of the ground. Scrapes are covering my knee, blood gushing! I limp my way through the woods tripping and falling as I go. I finally see the backyard of my house, but first have to get through the neighbor's yard. Hopefully that angry dog is locked up! I think to myself! But as I reach the neighbors yard I see the vicious, angry, horrifying dog standing there with his slobber all over his mouth Just staring at me. “Nice doggy” I said sweetly. But it doesn't work. He comes chasing at me only couple yards away! “ Bruno!” Yells the neighbors owner.”Stop this instant!” Bruno goes walking toward the man slowly. “Kenal! Now!” Bruno walks past me growling while walking toward his kenal. “Sorry about that,” says the owner. “Here i’ll help you home.” He says sweetly. As we approach the door, my mother opens it quickly. “What happened? Are you ok?” “Yeah.” I reply. “Well thank you!” “ No problem.” says the man. When I walk inside mom quickly cleans up my knee and sends me straight to bed. As I lay in bed I think of all the crazy things I did today. This was a day I would never

It was almost 5 o’clock on a Friday. Mom and Eric had left to pick up his kids, Olivia and Conner. The usually about two hours to pick up the kids and come back since they live in Chicago. My sister, Hunter, was at work until 9:30, so I was home alone for a while. I went to let the my dogs outs. Jim’s dogs were in his backyard. There were two of them and I was frighten of them attacking someone, because they were huge and probably strong. Even though their was a fence serpating my yard and theirs, I still worried about them getting lose. As my dogs ran out into the grass, JIm’s dogs jumped up on the fence. They we so powerful that the fence bend, almost like it was about to snap. Their piercing barks filled the area with sound. I hurried the

People keep asking me what is that scared in my face and it was an interesting question so I told them it was when i was 4 years old at puerto rico and i just turn 4 and i got a new play car and. My gramma house and she have two dogs and one was a Chihuahua and a mexican bulldog and when I pet that bulldog I think it didn’t like me and 5 seconds later it bit me right face and the bit was close to my eye and the bit was hurting bad but it least it wasn't bleeding and that was my story the end.

One cloudy afternoon I was walking to my grandma's house after a long day at school. My grandma always meets me half ways but on that day she parked to pick me up. I thought maybe she was there to take me out to eat, but when I found out why she was there, I wish we would have gone to eat instead. She had a strange look on her face and said we needed to go to the hospital as soon as possible. I asked my grandma why and she told me my sister was in a tragic accident. My little sister was attacked by my uncles pit bull it tore up both her legs ankle to thigh, but we didn’t know all of that information so you could only wonder how I felt when I heard my 4 year old little sister had been attacked by a dog. I was told the dog didn’t want to

I was around 12 years old when i heard my mother yell my name from the kitchen. Alarmed, i ran to the kitchen and saw her holding my step-father back. I was very confused, it must have been very serious if she called me into one of their argument. While still holding him back trying to keep him away from me, she told me to call the police,”Call 911!”,she said. I ran to the first phone i could find; they were all ripped from the cord. I didn’t know what to do, i couldn’t go back to the kitchen where i was exposed to my step-father. I ran outside to our next door neighbor; knowing they had their huge pitbull unleashed i hesitated to take another step. What was i going to do? Go back to the kitchen and tell my mom i can’t call the police because

Then another dog approached us. Chief started to pull on the leash and I started running with him but he got too fast. My brother let go of the leash as he started to lose his balance whereas I did not have the same common sense. I lost my balance and heard my Grandpa yell “Chief stop!” I then proceeded to face plant into the cobblestone street. I pushed myself up and was already bawling. Blood was gushing from my lip, I could feel the hot blood running down my face. My Grandpa and brother rushed me back to the

One central idea developed in a letter to my daughter is that forgiveness, acceptance and moving on are the milestones to a better life.

Many people have entered and left my life but the most memorable person in my life has been my grandmother, Emiliana Alcauter Resendiz. She lived with my family and me for as long as I can remember. Unfortunately she passed away when I was 10. To me she was a truly astonishing woman.

After this my brother ran me home to my more while telling me not to cry. When my mom first saw me with the blood all over me, she panicked and asked a million questions. To which I gave answers that were muffled by my crying sobs. When we arrived to the hospital they put me to sleep and sure enough when I woke up I had loads of staples in my head. The doctor said if it had been a little more to the back of my head it could have been way more serious. Lucky it wasn’t and I was all good, after this we drove home and had a great

When we arrived at the hospital we went to the emergency room. The doctor said I needed stitches. I cried when I found out. My mom had to hold me when they put the stitches in my chin. When I got home I was in a lot of pain. My mom gave me a Tylenol then I went to bed.

I will tell you a tale of a woman of great success. This is a woman that has inspired me to be something great one day and to never give up trying. Though she may be growing into her elderly years she has lived a very challenging, joyful, loving and successful life. She is a woman of great faith and character, she is my grandmother.

When we got to the hospital the first people we saw were the nurses asking questions and speaking in a language I had no understanding of. Everyone was around my mother and I didn’t know what if anything I could do to help. I’m certain my eleven year old self looked terrified.

Of course you always hear people talking about how great their grandmother or grandfather are, I too feel the same way about my grandmother. I see her as more than my grandmother, she’s a role mole, my best friend and also like a sister when I need her. She’s always been a loving and caring person. Not for only her friends and family, but also strangers. People she has never met a day in her life she would be willing to go give her last too. You don’t find to many people like her too often.