Narrative Essay About A Birthday

The sky was always blue holding sunshine rays in her world. Her name was Rosaline Deponte, my great-grandma. The continuous smile that she showed on her face reminded us how precious life is and to not take things for granted. Cold wood floors that could easily freeze toes, single-walled construction, shut rows of jalousie windows, and the smell of warm sweet bread on the counter 24/7, that was Rosaline’s house.

“Happy birthday dear Marley, happy birthday to you!” Of course, my dad just had to go all out and he announced as loud as he could in the house. “13 years ago the famous Marley Jackson was born on June 18th of 1781 and by god was it the best day!” The workers in the house all clapped after my dad's announcement.

The incident took place three days after my birthday. I have received an assortment of condolences in my lifetime, but this one definitively trounced its comrades.

On March 30, as of three thirty in the morning, my life has officially changed. The labor pains had set in and it was time to have a baby. I had never felt a pain so excruciating in my life, and I thought that cramps were terrible, labor pains do not even compare. I climbed the stairs to my aunts room to let her know that it was time to go to the hospital. After watching her run around the room frantically she finally was able to rush me to the hospital. She zoomed through street lights rushing for fear that I may have the baby in the car and she would pass out. Had

I awoke the next morning happy, reminiscing about the night before and the fun had by all. Suddenly my daughter, mother and sister were at the door. I knew something was wrong because

Throughout the short story, The Birthday, the writer, Samantha Ashenhurst uses the writing tool: Get the name of the dog. To begin with, Samantha begins the story with a descriptive introduction, which gives the reader the ability to visualize the current circumstance’s atmosphere. For instance, the author mentions the specific kind of drink and pizza, the color of the blinds, the exact number of times she pukes, and takes medicine, etc. She describes the background’s setting in details as well. In my opinion, Samantha’s very specific, which portrays how honest she is. This also leads to building the writer’s own distinct voice. Thus, this effectively initiates a connection with the reader psychologically.

I thought it was going to be a good day, an average weekend to me. It was my birthday, but I didn’t expect anything. My dad slammed my wooden oak door open and stood there with an unreadable expression.

My heart thumped with heaviness while my eyes slipped passed the car window as my family approached the local cemetery. Slate colored clouds hung low against the horizon, properly setting the temper for the journey we were making to my great-aunt’s grave in remembrance of her birthday.

When I left school that beautiful Spring day, I had no idea what was in store for me. After another long and boring day, I happily walked out the building and was searching for my dad’s car. He was parked on the edge of the street and told me to hop in the backseat. He looked at me and said that he has a surprise for me. I was extremely excited.

It was a bright, sunny day. Kids came spewing out of houses like bugs. I remember that day, it was so perfect as if nothing could go wrong. I knew it was going to be an exciting and exhilarating day. Coincidentally, there was a birthday party. One of my closest friend is holding a party filled with delicious food and joyful smiles. The house was decorated with streamer and balloons. Balloons of every color imaginable. As the smell of BBQ wafted around the neighborhood , laughter was heard all around. There was even a little kiddie pool crowded with toddlers and teenagers trying to splash each other. My best

My father had always took pride in the fact that he had grown to be kind and soft hearted since high school. I never really knew the way he thought until he gave me a brief look into his brain. This specific day was a good test of his kind and soft hearted nature.

Meet Michael. He is JustOne year old. With a smile that will melt your heart, a laugh that will make you chuckle, and a contagious energy about him, it was an honor for me, his mother, to celebrate his special day this past December. While I understand that, to some, a first birthday is just another day. To our family, this was a day of reflection, a day of celebration, and a day of immense joy. Let me explain why… I remember it like it was yesterday. We were moving to Nebraska and we decided to buy a house. As soon as I shared the news of our purchase, without hesitation, all of my friends said, “you know what they say…new house, new baby!” At the time, I giggled and thought they were crazy! We already had two daughters, ages four and two, and our lives were finally finding a sense of rhythm. Moving into this new house would only further solidify our routines. As we began moving into our house, I began taking naps. Daily. That is normal, right? Think about it. All of the rearranging of furniture, unpacking,

One, it was my brother’s first birthday party. He will be my predecessor and all my wishes will one day be his wishes. I will need someone to carry on my legacy. Two, that was my first experience I had with snow... and my first concussion. Thanks for creating an amazing memory

The morning sunshine seeped through the cracks between my shutters, lighting up my room. I could hear the clock ticking and the rays of sunlight bouncing off of my eyelids. I barely got any sleep last night because I was ecstatic that tomorrow was, my birthday! I jumped up out of bed, how could I have forgotten that it was my birthday? Suddenly all of my drowsiness turned it into excitement and I jumped up, throwing the red gradient quilt off of my bed. I slowly walked out of my room, making very little noise, checking to see if anyone else was awake. I peeked through the intricate staircase railings and tried to spot anyone downstairs, no one was in sight. I tiptoed down the cream coloured stairs, reached the bottom and got startled when my mom yelled, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”, her voice bouncing off the walls of house. A grin so big spread across my face, I couldn’t believe I was turning four years old!

It is April 4th. It is my 21 birthday.21 years ago I was born and got named Thea. My mom Emily, dad James, sister Maddison, and brother Liam are coming over to celebrate my birthday. There are a few things I must do before they come.