My Love In My Life

I was woken up with mom at the foot of my bed saying “Wake up sweetheart wake up” it is a beautiful day in Canada witch is where I live. As I get the gunk out of my eyes so I could so my mother clearly and I ask her what was wrong because she had never woke me up at 5:45 in the morning with out it being bad or something happened to the family. I got scared and my father, sister, and brother came into my room and was saying.“Calm down your going to be okay just pack your clothes,some of your personal items,and some food NOT caned food". Next I was getting ready and Carter my brother came into my room witch he had never done and told me him and dad would protect Kelsey, mom, and myself. As I walked into the kitchen we all picked different kinds of food and water. We started walking out the door and I said "Wait I need my picture of all my friends so i would remember them"so I went and got it.

You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.

It’s 8:54 p.m. I hear keys and the door opening. I run down the stairs to the door and standing right in front of me is my mother. My mother had me up all night worrying about whether she was ok or not. My mom takes off her shoes and asks me to come sit on the couch with her. We sit down and my mom begins to speak.

Before my mom sent me and my dad off to find help, she was on the phone with the roadside assistance which seemed like forever. All of a sudden we then realized the gas station wasn’t that far down the road, at least that is what we thought. We started to walk to the gas station, our foots sinking in the mud, the cold mud rises to our ankles. We immediately turn around knowing that this wasn’t the right decision. The gas station was longer than we thought, it was not even visible. Trudging back to the car we come to find my mom on speakerphone with the phone ringing. It goes straight to

Weather can create many mix of emotions that may confuse anyone. A story that can relate to this is “The Love of My Life” by T.C. Boyle which illustrates the theme of weather and its connection to love. Weather always have some sort of connection with humans’ emotion regardless the person’s situation. In “The Love of My Life” the main characters Jeremy and China show their love through moments of certain weather.

When my mother and I arrived at the scene we were greeted to find that my grandmother had gained consciousness and refused to go to the hospital with the ambulance. For the rest of the day my grandma was the same old ornery and happy-go-lucky woman she always had been, she was just a little sluggish. As the day progressed, many phone calls were exchanged between my parents about my mother staying the night to make sure everything was still going well with my grandma. I, of course, refused to go home because nights at my grandma’s were always a favorite, and I was worried about the whole situation. Night approached and my mother and I tucked into bed in the cute little guest room across the hall from my grandma’s. It was a cute little room with a queen sized bed in the middle of the wall under a nice big window with a lovely view of the flowers my mother and I had planted outside. Adjacent to the bed on both sides were bookshelves filled from top to bottom with which I had read my way through in the years and months prior. Across from the bed was a closet that had as many blankets kept in it as possible. Ever since I was a child I have always slept on the edge of the right side of the bed, so thats exactly where I lay that night as I drifted into dreamland with thoughts of my mother and grandmother dancing through my ten year old

The following morning my best friend Jonathan sent my parents an email asking if there was anything wrong. I intercepted the email before my parents could respond and said that everything was fine. Of course I was lying. Upon further inspection throughout my house I woke up my sister. Mom and Dad are off on a trip to San Jose. I turned my back immediately and started to walk

I remember my dad yelling at me to go back in the room and saying “mind my own business.” I became mad, I felt like they put me in their business. I stayed right where I was. My dad started to walk out of the house to leave and my mom began to ran after him. After she grabbed his arm, my dad turned around and pushed her up against the door. Her back was shoved into the door knob and she fell to the ground. I ran over there and got between them and pushed my father away. He ran outside and got in his car and drove away. I never seen someone whip out of the driveway so fast. In the background I hear my little sister crying in my room. My father came back a couple minutes later crying and asking for forgiveness. That was the scariest moment of my life. I felt helpless, I could not protect my mom.

Me and mom went home ate dinner and went to bed. When I went to bed that night I had no idea i would be woken up at 5am by the screaming voice of my mother but on January 26 at 5am I became scared, I heard the screams but I couldn’t make out what was being said. It sounded like someone was being stabbed and at first I thought it was just a dream. I grabbed my phone to check the time, I didn’t want to come out of my room until i knew what was wrong so I just waited and in less than 5min my mom busted into my room screaming and crying, at this point I still didn’t know what she was saying but I knew no one else was in the house so I felt a little better. I remember following her around the house trying to figure out what she was saying. She sat in the living room chair to put her shoes on and she could barely do that. While she was still trying to put her shoes on I stood next to her trying to calm her enough for me to understand what she was saying and when she yelled out “My mom” I didn't know what to do, I fell to the floor and sat against the chair. When mom got her shoes on she searched for her phone realizing she needed to call my dad at

It was a bone chilling January night; my mom received a call at about 11:15 PM, a call that changed my life forever. My Aunt June was on the other line. She was crying so hard my mother could barely understand her. Through the sobbing my mom finally understood that Brian, my cousin, had been in a horrible accident and she didn’t know how bad it was. My mother jumped out of the bed after she hung up the phone. She screamed up the stairs at my sister and me; it was a nerve shrilling scream. I could hear fear in her voice. My mom was always yelling at us growing up if we forgot to do something. She would even get us out of bed to finish something that wasn’t done completely. This particular

It was in the middle of the night. My family was all asleep in their respective homes. I was sound asleep in my bed when I heard the phone ring. I woke up from the ringing, but thought nothing of it because my dad had always gotten alarm calls in the middle of the night for his shops he owned. I figured this was just another alarm call. I sat for a little longer in my bed listening to my dad answer the phone. After a while, I heard my mom take the phone from my dad, and she started sobbing. I had no idea what was going on, so I just went back to bed. My mom woke me up earlier than usual, and I could tell she had been up all night. She explained to me that we weren’t going on the vacation anymore because something had happened to my cousins’ family. She explained to me that my uncle, who was a truck driver, had gotten a stroke in the middle of the night while he was

Riding down the street with my cousin in her new car she just got for getting her licsence. A little blue car I remember. A car pulls up next to us and it was a car full of nice looking Air force boys. We were 17 and 16 years old the air force boys had to be between 19 and 22.

It has been fifteen years since my parents and my brother Jack adopted me. I was only two then, but now i’m seventeen. I love my life, I have a happy, loving family, I live in a nice house on a farm in Maine, my brother Jack is my bestfriend but I also have other friends, and I have a boyfriend named Justin. I guess you could say my life is perfect. Expect there’s more to me than you think. I’m adopted and even though I love my life there is still a part of me that wants to find my birth parents and know more about them. My parents tell me all about my birth dad. His name is Joseph. He loved me very much but he was only thirteen when I was born and then about a year later he died in a car wreck. Nobody really knows what happened to my mom,

Everyone has a least one memory as a child that makes them think “Why?, why did I do that?”. Well I also have one of those memories, I never really understood why I even tried it was so pointless . Anyways it all started on July 21, 2006 around 5pm, I was an innocent 5 year old so I didn’t know what was going on when my mother started to cry out in pain. Why was my mother crying out in pain? well she was in labor getting ready to have her second child. We rushed to the hospital, I was in the backseat with my grandma while she was trying to explain to me what was going on. We finally got to the hospital and right away they took my mom away while, my dad following along. And I know you 're probably thinking,”ok? so why are you telling me

Of course, another day at the place that everyone dreads to wake up to go to every morning, school. Everyone is given a locker, classes, and obviously some sort of education! But going to school and just learning is just boring, so that's why talking to friends and people that you like can either make your day great or just plain bad. But in this case, I will describe who is in my life and who I interact with on any average school day.