Personal Narrative: To Spencer From The Ayers

It was an early Christmas morning, I could smell the sugar cookie smell making its way through my house. I could only think of one person that could make this happen, my Abuelita. “Grandma” I shout from my room as she was in the kitchen. I wanted cookies so bad before opening our presents. But we wait for my dad to come from his house before opening presents.

While past Christmas gatherings were full of joy, this time bittersweet feelings hung heavy. Several relatives drove down from northern California, so I was able to meet family members whom I had either never met or had not seen in years. Seeing Grandmama weak in bed, straining to speak, wrenched my heart. However, I had the opportunity to spend time with my relatives throughout the evening. Despite difficulties, my family came together and celebrated what mattered with Grandmama for the last time.

The family I interviewed has a son named Cuyler that is 22 years old. I talked to Cuyler’s mom Cathie. He is the oldest of three kids. Cuyler was born at 24 weeks’ gestation and had a grade 3 brain bleed. Because of being born premature and the bleeding in his brain it led to some of the disabilities Cuyler has. His mom told me that Cuyler has spastic quadriplegia. His disabilities include cerebral palsy, blindness, and he is nonverbal. She also told me that Cuyler also has seizures at least once a month, is hypotonic, and is fed by a g-tube. As far as physical movement the only gross motor skills that Cuyler can do is roll over.

Waking up early on Christmas was always a thing my brothers and I did when we were younger. What made those moments so special was all the decorating we did in the week before. Decorating the Christmas tree was always one of my favorites. Seeing the same ornaments year after year never got old for me. I remember stringing out the tangled lights we used for the outside of the house all throughout the yard. I would hand my brothers a string of lights as he stood on the ladder supported by the house. I always enjoyed putting up the little snowman and gingerbread houses throughout my living room. As you get older all the decorating and family time seems to decline, so spending time with family on holidays were always

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

On Sunday, August 2, 2015, approximately 1805 hours, I was dispatch to Magnolia Assisted Living, 964 South Main Street, for a suspicious person report. Upon my arrival I met with the complainant, Ms. St John. St John stated a suspicious person had urinated in the back of the building and stumbled across the street. St John stated the subject walked across the street towards the Pavilion, 949 South Main Street. St John advised me he was a white male with a brown shirt, blue jeans and brown hair

As we continued along the trail, we were stopped by a very steep hill. Hunter announced that we should dump some stuff from our wagon in order to get on top of the hill. I dump my a tired that I bought recently and a barrel with nothing in it. The trip up the hill was a pain. It took so long to get up the hill I almost fell asleep. My leg was sore and I thinking about giving up. Finally we made it to the top of the hill and we realized that we had to go down the hill. We decided to use our own ropes and slowly descend our wagon one by one. When we descend Curtis’s wagon, Curtis almost fell. He was able to caught himself before he fell down the hill. Well all went down the hill and as we were going down the hill, we saw a divine blue spring

Spencer Reid was always picked on as a child, and even throughout adulthood. Spencer has always been smarter than the average person around him, with his IQ of 187, and an eidetic memory. Once, when he was only about thirteen years old, one of his old classmates, he had already graduated the year before, asked him to go out with her after he had written her a series of poems that showed his love for her. They planned a place and time to meet, and on the day of those plans the girl stood Spencer up. He thought it was okay though, he never really liked her in the first place, that is what he told himself anyways on the off-chance that his mother or anyone else would ask about how his night went. Spencer doubted anyone would though.

Decorating for Christmas is a huge family tradition in my household. This is the one day of the year (besides Christmas) that we are all together, getting along and, helping. Every year we put the Christmas music on and then we start carrying up the boxes that are full of Christmas memories. We always decorate the Christmas tree last because it’s a peaceful time where we reminisce of old memories

I think that is an excellent thought, Lindsey. When I first read this that is what I thought as well. Whenever Ada begins to let Susan love her, and whenever Susan starts to show more affection Ada lashes out. I think that Ada lashes out because she feels like she is not deserving of love, and she is not deserving of nice things. This just tears me up inside when a person does not feel like they are worth being loved. The amount of damage that Ada has suffered is almost irreversible now and I think Susan is starting to realize that this will not be an easy fix. I am honestly surprised at how normal Jamie is because even though he was not the one who was abused, he witnessed the abuse. I am glad that he has not lost his trust in people. This

I was anxiously biting my already short fingernail waiting for my adventure to officially being. It was an hour long car ride form the Denver Airport to our new house in Colorado Springs. We we arrived at our new house I was hesitant to get out of the car knowing that my new life was behind the the huge front doors. When we walked inside most of the house was set up already because my mom had been there previously unpacking boxes and remodeling the house. I walked upstairs to my new room seeing it just as I requested. Painted black and white with white furniture and colorful pillows everywhere. I walked back downstairs to find my stepsiblings sitting on the couch waiting to opening the remaining beautifully wrapped Christmas presents. After we were done tearing Christmas presents, I went back up to my room to finish unpacking all of my clothes into my white, antique dresser that I loved. My mom came upstairs and said “how’s it going? Are you okay? How are you holding up? “okay I guess. I’m not really sure how I feel about everything.” “You’ll get through it” “You’ve been through so many harder things than this. This is just a small bump in the road.” She then told me she loved me and that I should get some sleep considering how long of a day its been. I finished unpacking my clothes and then decided it

Ryan Davis is my best friend for many reasons. Ryan is 13 years old and loves to play with nerf guns. You should see his collection and how many bullets he has. Let me just tell you that he has a lot of them. He also pretends that they are real and like he is in an actual war. In his backyard he has these boulder type things that he uses to play. Whenever I go to his house we always go outside with nerf guns and have a nerf war. Ryan is important to me because his parents are nice to me and my family, and Ryan is nice to me and my family. They help us out a lot, whether it be taking me somewhere when my parents are at work,or taking me to his house to hang out. One thing we also always do whenever I go to his house is we jump on his trampoline.

My family and I drive from Brownstown to Rochester, to eat at my aunt’s house. We are supposed to arrive at three o’clock, but due to my mom’s inability to be on time, we are usually forty-five minutes late. When I step into the front door to my aunt’s house, my mouth begins to water. I can smell the strong aromas coming from the kitchen. I am then greeted at the door by the two small dogs yapping hello to me. I take off my shoes and proceed to the living room to say hello to the rest of the family. We then talk for awhile while my uncle finishes up the turkey. When the turkey is done we all rush to the counter to get the first plate. Turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing, green beans, sausage, rolls, it is all there, waiting for us to devour it. Once the rush is over and everyone is seated at the table, we bow our heads and thank God for the wonderful food we have been blessed with. After we have all eaten and the family is done pounding me with questions regarding my future, my cousins, siblings, and I all clean off the table and wash the dishes. Once the dishes are done and our stomachs are stuffed, we pack up some of the left overs and head back

When I was little, I'd count down the days until Christmas for months beforehand. Each day, I'd wake up, and I'd tear the front page from my homemade Christmas countdown. The holidays have always been special for my family. Our home has long been the epicenter, just north of the shoreline, a great destination for friends and especially a holiday with family members trekking from all over the country to spend a week with us just in our home near Hyams Beach. Christmas morning was always my favorite. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, all stuffed three to a room, but no one ever seemed to mind. My sister and I would always be the first downstairs staring with apprehension at the piles of gifts before Mom would give us the go-ahead.

It’s a cold winter day, snow is falling and everyone is trapped at home from school and work. It is a very rare occasion for all of my family to be home at once, we cherished the snow days where we were all forced to be at home, together. We all sleep in as late as we can and wake up to the smell of sweet cinnamon pancakes, my mom loved to make all of us feel special on the days that we got to spend together as a whole. My dad is brewing a pot of french vanilla coffee, as he is still half asleep. My brother wakes but goes to fall right back asleep until one of us wakes him up with pancakes. My sister wakes up as a ball of sunshine ready to dive into the day. “Let's build a snowman! Let's play in the snow! Let's have a snowball fight!” I am still in bed as she is screaming in my ear. I stretch and get out of bed to grab a cup of coffee my dad has finished brewing. It is freezing and I am bundled up in a sea of blankets. I go to the fridge and grab the most amazing white chocolate raspberry creamer, that is only available during the holiday season. My mom finishes the cinnamon pancakes and calls everyone to breakfast. We sit at the table all together, I always take in the moments like these, they are so rare and always so special. I analyze the way my dad looks at my mom, the way my mom looks at my dad, so in love, as they give each other playful looks. How my little sister is so full of positivity and energy, full of life not paying attention to the little things like me,