My Grandpam A Short Story : My Grandma

I met this incredible woman late in my life. She happened to come into my life once my mom married her son. She always had something interesting to say about her life. When this paper was discussed in class I knew who exactly I was going to write about. Here is the story of Teresa Torres:

I breath between tears with at least some hope that my mother will still be alive when I hear a moan on the other side of the bed. I gasp when I see her face down I pick her up and I hold her in my arm and she coughs up blood and between little murmurs I catch her telling me that she loves me and that I need to be strong when all of sudden she stops breathing. I stop to sob because for some reason I forgot who to cry instead I held my mother. Sirens get louder and louder when the front door opens and a bunch of people come in repeating into their radios “two people down and one alive” and five people surrounded me ask me “are you okay” and I just look at them with confusion why would ask me that when it was clear that I had just lost both of my parents. They took my mother away and took me to and ambulance outside of my house. As I was close to the ambulance I look over at the police car and found this teenaged boy who look at me with fury that when I realized that had to be the boy that killed my parents everything went black and just felt my body drop to the

My limps become useless as I drop to the ground, my eye rolling back. My body makes a loud thump against the door. Pain overwhelms my mind.

I ran as fast as my legs could take me. My heart beating so fast I thought it might fall out. I ran across the corner hoping i’d lost him. “Only one…block...left” I panted as I tried to breath. I could see people. “Save me...please” I whispered trying to scream. “Clank, clank” I could hear his footsteps splashing in the rain as he came closer. I stood up trying to run with my injured leg. “Clank, clank” I could hear it getting closer, closer, and closer.

On the first day of eleventh grade It was just another sunny morning Until the phone started ringing And it was hard to believe what I was hearing How was it even possible that grandma was no more? My world shattered into a million pieces,

As I approached, I could see where all his distress was coming from. I fell to my knees instantly, it was my Mom. Lying there lifeless, body parts disfigured and blood everywhere. She didn’t even look like the same person. I didn’t know if she was still alive or dead, no matter how bad it was going to hurt, I had to know and I had to see for myself.

Just last winter, I went to my grandma’s house to visit them. I spent the night there too. When we opened her house door her dog barked. She had a white furred dog and she was a small dog too. About 2 hours after my parents, brother, and sister left I watched a movie and ate popcorn with my grandma. When I woke up I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. We ate small white powdered donuts and chocolate milk. About an hour after we ate, my grandma asked me if I wanted to make the potato candy she makes every winter. I excitedly ran like a cheetah to the kitchen to help her. When I got there my grandma and I got out the ingredients. We carefully opened the powdered sugar and it smelled like I was in sugar land.The bag kind

I am running. From what, I am not sure. I am screaming. Then just as I am about to be caught, it all stops. I am in a light room filled with the soothing buzzing of peoples voices. An airport. I sneak onto the plane that will take me home.

I eventually find my way back into the cold, the snow blows up into my face, it stings. I run to shelter desperately.

There once was a small village in which everyone had a special magical talent. Everyone, expect for Theo the town's baker. For a long time, his family's magical talent has always been Enlargo. It always seemed to make everything much bigger than its original size. That being said, everyone in his family has always been taller than him and a little on the chubby side. Theo, however, was rather short and thin for being a member of his family. Every person in town would normally visit Baba's bakery in the morning for the best baked goods of their lives, there are giant pies, enormous breads, and colossal cakes, but when Theo was working no one ever came in.

Born in a rural community in Northeast Mississippi to a single mother, Allie Mae Smith, she was the middle child of three children, an older sister and a younger brother. My grandmother often reminisces about her childhood, from her life in a multi-generational household, living alongside her grandpa, great-grandma, her mother, and her siblings. They lived on a plot of land that they owned, where they nourished a thriving farm which was used for food. She would work in the fields during the day and cook the harvest by nightfall. Although, the work was demanding, it was a life envied by many in a time when most African-Americans were deprived of rights. Her goal was to make sure she got an education so would never have to work in another field.

One day when grandma Karen was watching me and my sister I asked Callie if she wanted to go look somewhere else? She said sure. After like five mins we started to walk back to where grandma Karen was. Callie ran ahead, when I got there no one was there exstep for Callie. Then she started to freak out! She started screaming and screaming, “grandma, grandma” I said for her to come with me to find one of the workers. We were really lucky because two mins later I saw one. We ran up to her. Before I could say anything she started talking, she said are you ok, do you want candy, oh do you have to go to the bathroom??? I just roled my eyes at her and said we can’t find are grandma, can you help? She said she couldn’t, but new someone who could. When

Foster Mom, grandmother, and a mother, my grandmother is the best at all of these, but she is the greatest at being my grandma. My Grandma’s name is Bonnie Edwards and she Is 65 years old and was born on July 15, 1952, she has three children and her first job was a foster mother and she still is now. My grandma is special because she is kind, loving, and joyful.

I watched as the group of young girls began to quieten down. It seemed that they had all become fairly acquainted with one another in the time it took for the the library to be set up with enough seats to hold around thirty teenage girls and their mothers. I smiled and greeted them all with a pleasant, “Hi. Please, take a seat.” A small smile graced my face as I started the story. “This is a tale from a long time ago, about a girl who even now proves to be a role model to many, my great grandmother, Queen Bridget Blair.” The mentioning of my grandmother has many sitting up straight, focusing intently on the words that follow. “My great grandmother is known now as the first reigning queen of Scotland, but she had not always held such a position of power.” I sigh, replaying the story I must have heard over a hundred times, in my head.

“I can’t believe that’s true!” I exclaimed, my laughter echoing through the room. My grandpa and I had been chatting on the phone for the past half an hour. You would imagine a man his age would be boring and dull. However, he was quite the joker. At least with me, since I was, of course, his favorite granddaughter.