Personal Narrative About Grandma

My First dog’s name was Ramon; my parents got Ramon a month after I was born. The funny thing was that we were both born on September. We had this special bond that I have never had with another dog. Everywhere I would go, Ramon would try to follow me; once he tried to jump over the fence to follow me to school. Ramon was a part of our family and we would not want it any other

Rene, Rene Mora; I think that name will forever be engraved on my heart. As a little girl, I already had my whole life planned out, but what didn’t come to plan was being put into juvenile probation at sixteen. His parents and my mother met in mandatory parenting classes, there, our parents would sit and compare their children to each other. I had already known of Rene because we were attending the same high school at the time, and the fact that I would always hear about him fighting at school, but never would I had imagined that I would end up dating the kid. We officially met while we were both in bad moments of our lives, but Rene ended up saving me in every day that a person can be saved.

Religion has always been around for many years and will continue to live on. Since 2014, there are an estimated 4,200 different religions, all over the world each believing in different things Having their own set of rules and tradition that must be followed. Storytelling became a way to give people advice or telling people what would happen if they disobey their religious rules or tradition. In the story of a grandmother, it critiques religion for the way it can lead to snap judgments and a loss of freedom.

That night my parents forgot her outside in the backyard. But I remembered her. I went downstairs, let her in, and gave her some leftover turkey from earlier that night. We both went upstairs and with her literally on top of me, keeping me warm, her slicked back fur and a smile on her little puppy-dog face, we fell asleep, bringing the most perfect day to an

Then we got Rex.. well he was a retired cop dog and I could literally ride him around. He lasted about 5 months then someone stole him. Then we got George Regan, well this dog was so stupid he'd pee on you every time you pet him. He ended up biting someone on dogwood.. I have no clue how he got that far or why.. but the peoples daughter he bit kept him.. or perhaps they killed him and didnt tell me? Well then we got Jack, he was a jack russel looked just like wishbone. I went to work with mom for some reason, and one of her coworkers had him on a leash out front, well I asked if I could pet him and she said of course he's yours! That was a surprise and sweet gift from the Barbara. We had him probably 7 years, he ate her peper spray once and went blind he sill could jump up to your neck. So we took him everywhere he was my best buddy. He was the only one she'd let me keep in the house ( 50% of the time). Then her and amanda backed over him on christmas eve one year (I might have already told you this) I was out at lavanias with the village and here comes amanda in crying, she throws off her wig

Oh Junior, such a poor kid. Growing up with such an array of disabilities has definitely taken a toll on him. Seeing him constantly falling victim to teasing and bullying certainly makes me sad but sometimes I feel that he brings it upon himself; of course I am not allowed to say that though, being his grandmother I am required to be supportive of my grandson. I wish that he would somehow manage to at least find a few new friends. The only kid I ever see him around is that Rowdy boy. I know that they have been friends since birth but he is absolutely cruel and is constantly fighting others on the reservation - I do not think that he is a very good influence for Junior to be around. Rowdy had

It was big,clean,colorful, and it was purple my favorite color. I help Liam settle in. His room looked like someone threw up toys in this big brown treasure chest. After all Liam and I stuff was un pack he headed downstairs to eat dinner with our new foster mom and dad. I sat by lucas and Ethan sat by liam which liam sat by me. We had a delicious well done steak, with mashed potatoes for dinner. After dinner me and Liam went back to my room and talk about are rules. Than as soon as Liam was about to go out of my room my two foster brother came out and ask us if we want to play capture the flag with them. We said yes so we go outside and it was Lucas and I on a team and Ethan and Liam on a team so Lucas and I went out and hid our flag behind this big old oak tree and we hid behind a big green bush and he was telling me the game plan and i don't know why but i looked at him and he look like an angel his jaw structure was great and his perfect blond hair flowing behind his ear and his perfect smile. That's when i was falling in love with

With countless memories, one most vivid is the day that pillow went missing. He almost always obeyed me and stayed where I left him, but on occasion I forgot

And I got a dog. During those first long nights, I curled around his tiny body in the dark. When his little chest

When I was born, I was wrapped like a burrito in this baby blue blanket. I was on time and I was a good birth with nothing wrong. I was brought home in this little baby blue blanket and a baby blue beanie. I didn't have all of my hair, but I did have hair on the sides on my head like unto an old man. My parents would often make fun of me for looking like an old man so my nickname was old man. Coming home in that blanket would be the blanket that got me through all of my hard times.

He’d jump on the lazy boy every night with me, leaving my legs covered in scratches. I remember picking Margo up from elementary school and she would jump into my arms scratching my neck with her perfectly painted pink fingernails. A salty tear rolls into my mouth bringing me back to reality.

It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she

I will tell you a tale of a woman of great success. This is a woman that has inspired me to be something great one day and to never give up trying. Though she may be growing into her elderly years she has lived a very challenging, joyful, loving and successful life. She is a woman of great faith and character, she is my grandmother.

June 11, 2015. It was a regular summer day, or so I thought. Only five days until my fifteenth birthday and I was super excited. My mom had taken the morning off from work to take my grandmother to the doctors. She was going for her regular heart check-up appointment. As we always did, my mother and I drove that morning over to the nursing home in St. Matthews, South Carolina. My mother had recently entered my grandmother into the nursing home because my mom needed to start working more and could not fulfill the obligations of taking care of my grandmother like she normally would. When we got to the nursing home, we parked the car under the awning which was in the front of the nursing and covered a little walkway where people loaded their family members. I got out first and headed back to the room as my mom followed closely behind. When I walked into the room, I saw my sweet loving grandmother sitting there. As always, my beautiful grandmother, with her white hair, her green eyes, her frail but beautiful skin, and her smile glistened as she awaited her day out. My grandmother did not get out much so even going to the doctors was a good day out for her. We helped her into her wheelchair, a normal struggle for my mother and I, and we rolled her down the hallway to the car. We loaded her into the car, another struggle, and we headed off to Orangeburg which was where the doctors office was. While riding to the doctor's office my grandmother mentioned that her hands looked green

At just over five feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and knew to move out of her way. Her demeanor was strict, her hands tied with thick blue veins, criss­crossing over her thin, frail fingers.