Personal Narrative : My Favorite Chair

Every night as I put Teagan to bed, after we’ve brushed her teeth, read her my “goodnight moon” we’ve sang our ABCs and you are my sunshine, we pray. Tonight she wanted to say the prayer. She prayed that “Dipstick and Momma and Beaner (herself) and DD (Daley) Uncle bubby (Arden) and Berky (Berkeley) and Casey and Cassidy all had sweet dreams. She then told God, “God, please tell grammy and poppy to have sweet dreams and i hope they are dancing on the clouds in Heaven.” Then she climbs under the covers and snuggles up to dipstick in my bed. I tell her “Mommy will be in bed in just a little bit. I love you.” And I kiss her on the forehead and tuck her in. My parents died in a driveby shooting when i was 20. T was only 3. They were a part of the

We waited for a good hour for the doctor to come out and give us the news the doctor finally came out and told us she wasn't going to make it and she only had two weeks to live I was devastated i didn't know what to think or how to act me and my mom both broke down in tears I asked if I could go back and see her the doctor said “yes of course you can” we went back there and saw that was grandma was sleeping we stayed there for a couple of hours waiting for her to wake up but she did and she asked me if I had the book he read to me everynight I replied “yes it’s under my pillow were I always keep it” she told me to bring it the next time i come back. We went home, I lost my appetite so i went to bed. The next afternoon, my mom took me to see my grandma, I brought the book she asked me to bring to her my mom and I sat there with my grandma all day when it struck nine o'clock my grandma asked me to read the book to her that she always reads to my every night at nine o’clock we play a game we called beat the time we would try to finish the book before a certain time we never beat it until the day

One afternoon I was at Mama´s General store buying some provisions and I saw Mama’s little granddaughter Marguerite, who was extremely shy and I had seen her before with her brother when they came to the town. She was quiet, she had been mute for five years after an incident that changed her life.At the age of eight she had been raped by her mother´s boyfriend. Her uncles had killed the man and she had felt responsible for his murder therefore as à result of guilt she went into a mute stage. After I had payed for the provisions, mama had asked me if I need Bailey her oldest grandson to carry my bags, but instead of him, I wanted Marguerite to carry my bags, for a reason. That being said, I wanted to help her break out of her nutshell, and for her to speak again. The moment I saw Marguerite, I knew there was something amazing about her which no other girl had in town. Therefore, I had told mama that I would like Marguerite to carry my bags. Marguerite looked at me as if I was calling her name in a beautiful, tranquil cave that had echoed so softly that It ran so smooth like the wind. Mama and I had exchanged the elderly looks,which Marguerite did not understand by what I had meant, and with mama’s permission it was ok for her to go with me. On the way to my house we had talked about how well she was doing in school but she wasn't talking. She was enticed by the way I was pronouncing her name and would stare at me. She was shocked that I choose her to assist me out of everyone in the town. The walk to my house was overall quiet, she was mute all the way, shy, nervous and was wondering why I chose her to take my bags home with me. I wanted her to know that somebody loved her and that

There was a couple named Kiowa and Muraco. They've been together for 8 years. They had a beautiful, healthy baby girl. Her name was Cherokee. Kiowa and Muraco loved Cherokee so much but they knew they couldn't keep Cherokee because they were poor. They had no money to take care of Cherokee. Everyday they struggled to find food and water. Days went by and Kiowa was starting to get sick. Each day it got worse and worse. Her skin was turning red, her eyes were puffy and she constantly coughed and sneezed. Kiowa told Muraco she didn't feel good and she felt like she was going to die soon. On the fourth day, Kiowa died and Muraco was left to raise Cherokee by himself. Muraco knew nothing about raising kids. He was scared. He didn't know what to do so he decided to find help.

“Oh, there you are” her mother would reply Jordan would giggle, then run back out the back door with no shoes on. For a few days Jordan came inside the house limping on one foot, crying to her mother, “Mommy, I got cactus stuck in my foot” her mother would sit there with tweezers, pulling out each spine from the heel of her foot Jordan flinching each time she yanked one out. As soon as her mother was done, she'd look at her mother thankful she could help her, but still a tear still rolled down her face onto the floor from the surging pain now in her foot. Her mother would look at her in the eyes and repeat “You better learn how to wear your shoes” Jordan would nod, then limp off to her room to take a nap. One day, Jordan opened her eyes, she looked out the door and found her mother to be in the yard digging up cactus in the yard. Jordan made sure to put on some shoes and ran outside hiding around the corner of the house. Her mother saw her peeking around the corner of her house and said “Jordan, do you want to come help me?” Jordan smiled disappearing back around the house. She ran around the other side of the house trying to make her mother to jump. Kristina would giggle and say “Get over here you little turd” Jordan would run up to her mother, hug her, then look up at her saying “I love you mom” as her mother looked down

“Alisha wake up, we are here,” I whispered. When she didn’t wake up, I continued to pester her. “Come on, get up!” When I started to annoy her, she pushed me and told me to go away. As we all cleared out of the minivan, I was greeted by Judy, grandpa’s Scottish terrier. As I was petting her black fur, she was barking and jumping on my legs. When she ran over to Callie to receive a belly rub, I said hi to grandpa and gave him a hug. After getting settled in, my sisters and I decided to go to sleep because it was late and we’d have to help unpack the rest of our belongings in the

Chloe, my youngest granddaughter, drove me home. In the car she said, “Grandma, are you sure about this?”

It was a new day. I had spent it exploring the parts of the backyard that I hadn’t seen before. My sister, Tia and I were eating the crab apples and currants. Our dog, Lacey was following us around. Soon my uncle arrived back at the house. He offered to take us around the property in an ATV. We blissfully agreed and hopped on the back of the ATV. Our dog followed us up the mountain, but something caught her eye. She ran down after it. We didn't think anything of it and kept on the ATV.

My brother, my mom, his friend, and I was going to a Vacation for the weekend, driving to San Diego. We've admire and took picture of the sun setting the ocean with the rippling flow and could hear the noise of the ocean fresh breezes, when we got the hotel we was all tired, but we had to get registered a room to go to sleep in. The next day my mom , my brother, and his friend went somewhere without me, selling puppy's to two people. When I waked up and notice that they was gone, I called my mom and said," Mom where are you guys, and long has it been since you guys left," she said, " three hours, and selling the puppy's right now, but it will take a while when come back, so get ready to go get something to eat, ok," ok," I said. when I was

Attention Material: At some point in the sixth grade, early one morning, at around 3 a.m., I woke up to an eerie feeling. I felt as though someone was watching me, and to my surprise, someone was. I woke up to a perplexed face on my grandfather’s face. A baffled face that read, “Who is this person in my house, and why is she here?” Immediately I said, “Papa, it’s me! Big Baby (that’s what he called me), and in response he let out a big sigh of relief. Puzzled and disturbed, I called my mom and explained to her what had just happened. (I asked her what was going on and why had he just reacted in such a manner.) The following day, she sat me down to discuss what was going on. On that day, she told me that my grandfather had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease and mixed dementia.

It was my sisters sixth birthday, and my mom was putting on a birthday party for her, the house was decorated with orange, pink and white streamers, the colors meshed like a beautiful sunset that hung from one corner to the next, with colorful balloons attach to the streamers like a nail in the wall, and as the sun shown through the curtains, the room seemed more lively and happy with every ray that shown through. The atmosphere of today was very fitting for my little sisters happy personality, even though the weight of the news my family received a couple weeks before still lingered, that my Grandma had a severe case of alzheimer's disease my family tried to be strong and happy for Marie, but I saw right through everyone's happy

It was the end of the weekend. Her dad had been drinking a lot, so she decided to leave for the night with her friends. When she came back on Monday at dawn, he was sitting on her bed waiting for her daughter to enter the room and gave her a lesson that she would never forget. The next day she decided without telling anyone but her mother to leave the house and never come back, not until my grandfather would still be a part of this world. Weeks later, she

One day, while my grandmother was reading the daily newspaper I asked, “Grandmother, why do you not talk about my mother at all?”

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

Think of your favorite thing in the world to do. Something that defines you. Something that you can only experience from your eyes. For me it is soccer, and through that came a rite of passage that will be with me forever.