My Mother Daddy

On the first day of the second year of fifth grade. It was horrible everyone new people from when they were in fourth grade . I felt all alone in a corner. I knew no one ,then the teacher comes up . She said " Hi I will be your teacher this year". I said " Hi I will be one of your students this year".

It was one of the times when we were starting a new school, in a new house, and a new neighborhood. One of my older sisters, McKenna, was planning to come and visit us down in Texas. I was starting my new school next week, which was also when McKenna was going to be landing in Texas, and something in my head made me panic. My heart was racing and my head with thoughts. I didn't know what to do, I was running up and down the stairs, going to my parents who were on the couch watching So You Think

It started when my dad was flown out there for work. We thought that he would only be out there for a couple months but those months turned into a year because the job was taking longer than we had thought. My dad was out there for about 2 years before he could come home for good. When I was 12 and 6th grade had just ended my mom, 2 brothers,

It was my sophomore year. I was younger, more friendly, more talkative, and more credulous. My family and I had lived at our house for eight and a half years. One day when my mother checked the mail, she got a letter saying that the house would be foreclosed in a month, but a wise man once said: “A house is not a home.”

I can remember sitting on my couch listening to my mom and wondering what was going to happen. I had a half of a year in high school left because I was graduating early. She proceeded to tell my brother and I that she would be moving to Georgia as soon as the summer came, four months away, and that

Many people call me “Daddy’s Little Girl”. There’s quite a bit of truth in that because my dad has never failed to have my back through anything. He’s my dad; I confide in him about everything. He’s always there to talk to and the advice that he gives me works wonders. I don’t confide more in anyone else but my dad. He has my back through events that I don’t even think that I need help with.

It was a regular day at Prairie Ridge Elementary school. I was sitting, mind-numbingly, in my fourth-grade class, waiting for the school day to end so I could go home and accomplish whatever. All of a sudden, out of the blue, my teacher, answered the

It was the moment I had dreadall year, it was the day of my desk taking deep breath. My knees were shaking earthquakes. My teacher , Mr.Hopper came directly at me wth the test I was so freaked out, but I had only three minutes left l started to panic. I was already on the last page when he told me time was

That summer while my friends where staying out late every night partying I was at home putting away money in my shoe box. At the time I was working for my uncle at his construction company. This was not my first time working for him but it sure would be

It was an unforgettable summer just before going on to the third grade, my family and I took a trip to Vietnam to visit our family. During the time I was there I learned that there are many more problems happening outside of the U.S.

I was in first grade, so eager to learn. It was the middle of class. All the students were putting away the glue sticks that had no tops, the blue and red scissors that every kid fought for. As we sat down for what we called “circle time”, I was called into the office. As I walked down the halls, I thought nothing of what was going to happen. I was too young to understand what had happen. I open the door to see my mom dressed in all black.

The last time I saw my grandfather in person was summer of 2015. He was visiting our family in the US. I remember taking him to Washington D.C and we walked the whole day to all the museums and monuments. I was exhausted at the end of the day and I was surprised that he was able to keep up at age 72. Even about a month before he left, talking to him on video chat did not give me any indication that he was going away anytime soon. What’s remarkable about death is that it can come so suddenly. Let alone for others, even he probably did not expect his death to come so suddenly. For him, death means that he will go somewhere else depending on what his beliefs are. But for me, death of my grandparent is very strange. Normally when I go back to China, I would stay at his place. He is always around to handle the chores around the house and making demands of others because of his teaching background and stubborn personality. But this time when I came back, it wasn’t the same. The subconscious expectation I had was completely shattered. I no longer hear that loud shouting noise in the background, or that intellectual-toned conversation with his students. I realized that I took for granted to what has been there for a long time, and when I lost it, I felt extremely depressed.

My grandfather, Nunzio Mugavero, is the definition of strength. Unfortunately, my grandfather had a major stroke in 2012 and his short-term memory is completely wiped. Now my grandfather spends most of his days sitting in a retirement living complex listening to Frank Sinatra and asking my grandmother where the bathroom is in his apartment. This past Sunday my family and I celebrated his ninetieth birthday. At this party people told a variety of stories about my grandfather both funny and heartfelt. My biggest takeaway from this birthday was my realization of just how strong of a person my grandfather was and still is both literally and mentally. My grandfather truly is the strongest man I have known and his experiences have taught me that when life gets hard I must stay strong and persevere.

At the request of this prompt (A), I have concluded that the person whom I truly admire, whom I am most inspired as well as most influenced by is ultimately my Mother. I came to this conclusion as my Mother represents an immense purpose, that strength and beauty can arise from struggles, that one in hard times can arise to succeed. My Mother's life story symbolizes one of many morals and life learning themes that it was her struggle and hardships that gave her beauty. My mother had experienced a lot of difficulties in the process of growing up, either due to her polish or American experience. Yet my mother's story exclaims that if she hadn't experienced a life in vain, then she would not have been the person she is today. My Mother had shown me that hardships and struggles ultimately make you whom you are, as I must face and look past turbulence and obstacles, which block me from the light and success. I, Giovanni Dama, believe that my mother is whom I truly admire above many. I in firmly intend to follow my mother's ideals and her attitude of strength and glory, to never give up in any scenario, no matter what challenges I must reach and be greater than. My mother, Anna Dama, had experienced a path of hardships as my mother came to America for hope and opportunity. My mother had migrated to the united states of America as her father and siblings have already done so. Yet, my had came here tan age of 20 years old, making the relocation to America an ultimate challenge.

It was a Friday morning, Mom just pulled into the parking lot to walk me into school. I was so ready to get the day over with because I had a spelling test that I did not wanna take. As my mom was walking with me into school, she told me after school she would pick me up and we would go to the mall to finish our Christmas shopping for my Dad and brother. I just loved going to the mall because they had built this brand new toy store in the mall that was jam-packed with toys like Legos, Batman action figures, and the newest video games for my Nintendo DS.