Personal Narrative: A Letter To A Daughter

I was sitting on the couch next to my new dog Earl, I was about eight years old. He was a rescue dog from Upaws. He was about one buth this is the first day that we had him. We spoiled him with new toys, but his favorite thing that we had gotten him was his bone.

to me this describes a young woman, full of energy and foolishness, non conforming to her environment and appearing rebellious at best. Much of this reminds me of my life as a young woman full of dreams and hope, not worried about consequences. And not quite a woman yet.

Our 9-year-old daughter's third soccer game in her life was this afternoon...all smiles and heart, learning as she goes. Although at the end, the score was a respectable 3-6 loss, the opposing team had a player that could easily play kiddie pro compared to all of the kids on the field; frequently stealing the ball at one end of the field and dribbling it down the entire length to the other end...solo, then shooting on goal..easily 8-10 times in the two quarters in which she played.

As I approach the house, looking out the bay window is Baby Girl E, she has that look in her eyes of “who is this?” I smile and wave to her, I can tell she has her mind connecting me to a different place and it is not her home. Mommy J answers the door and says to Baby Girl E. “Look who is here, Miss Annette!” Baby Girl E is being shy. Mommy J and I catch up with everything and start the interview as Baby Girl E is reacquainting herself with me.

Hello I Started this gofundme for my girl friend Dawn. For a little over a year now we have been struggling to find answers we never knew we would be looking for.

My Essay by Pamela Hines Well I really don’t know where to start so I’m just going to say it, at the age 16 I had to drop out of school to help my mom take care of my sister and brother by me being the oldest. That was one of the hardest thing that I ever had to do and the reason is because I didn’t want to go through with what my mom had to endure in her life 10 kids and not married. So journey begin. Leaving home every day going to be very important to me, it made me fell whole and that my problem would go away. So I get up every morning doing my work around the house. I hate that time of my life. Now it’s a year later and I am 17 and I meet this young man and we begin to date, which he was a very nice guy ,But my mom didn’t want me to date boys because of the situation that she is in.

He had stood in the dark, gloomy doorway — illuminated only by the small front porch light — mute and motionless for a few seconds; he had been preparing not just himself, but me too for what he was about to reveal. I guess that somewhere deep down I knew what it was the whole time. I mean, they were gone for many hours and only returned around one on a school morning; what else would that mean? He hesitantly approached. Even a few feet away, the medicinal scent of the emergency animal hospital radiated off of him. He peered down into my eyes; that’s when he finally said it. “I’m sorry, Hun, she’s gone.” He was talking about my Golden Retriever, Kylie, who meant more to me than anyone or anything in life. As he finished, tears started

When I was little, I had a care-free mind; no worries at all. I did get tired of people saying I am too young to know this or how I need to be a little older to see this. I always dreamed of growing up and being an adult. Living on my own and doing what I want. The truth is growing up does suck. You have to pay bills, buy your own food, and drive everywhere. I had three life changing moments in 2016. I graduated high school, went into the military, and started college.

I want to resolve this. I want Jaren to spend time with you. I want you to spend time with Jaren. I want more than anything to not feel I as though we have to appease each

She dipped her toes into the warm water, causing a ripple to spread out across the lake. She slid down into the blue water, up to her chin. Then ducked her head underneath. She didn’t resurface for a couple minutes. I could barely hold my breath for thirty seconds. She must be as swimmer. She lay in the warm spring in a light blue one piece with the back open. She had long, tan, legs, that were toned, and muscular. Her dark brown hair was in a braid the reached to the top of her waist. This blue lagoon seemed to be unknown to anyone but her. It was deep in the forest in the midst of big tall weeping willows. The sun peeked through the tops of the highest trees and little rays shone down on the water. It looked like a place you would see in a fairytale book, and she was a lovely princess.

So maybe the new generation that my daughter is growing up in is something I have to

I have always felt the need to connect with children, even when I was just a child myself. I remember the first time I looked into a baby’s eyes and saw all of the possibilities in his life ahead of him. From then on I was curious about how kids’ minds developed and how they grew into adults. I wanted to be around their innocence and sweet little personalities. It came so easy to me, bonding and caring for these kids. I never truly understood why I felt so drawn to children until I met Kumar.

Four days before a child’s favorite day of the year was when the mountain began to tremble. The vision was filled with white. The postman drove in his white truck in the snow to deliver an envelope to our off white house. This envelope was the reminder of what had happened 4 months earlier. It held something cruel to my emotions, a reminder of her. A Christmas gift, the last to be exact, from her.

I have committed a sin today and I am ashamed of it. I did not want it to end like this, but I loved him more than anything. He decided was going to leave me. How could he? Was I not good enough? Have I done something to upset him? Might he be lying to me? The shock of this decision confused me. The pain of what he told me was unbearable, but I’m six months pregnant with you, my child, and pregnancy causes my emotions to be enhanced that not even I could stop myself.

My cousin and I hang out every weekend. He usually comes over around noon and we just play videogames in the living room, talking about life. Nigel is on his way over so i'm cleaning up the basement before he comes. When Nigel comes we get in the car and head over to the mall to cash out. When we get there we go inside my favorite store which is footlocker and i purchase 3 pairs of shoes that cost me $700. While i leave i notice this very attractive women and go over to talk to her. Nigel says “she's not even that cute bro” but i saw something on the inside.