Short Story : Geraldo No Last Name By Sandra Cisneros

On January 3, 2009 around 11:00 PM the phone rang with what I thought was exciting news about my newly born sister, Tristyn ,but quickly turned to horror. I could heard the fright in my dad's shaken voice as he told me Tristyn had to go into immediate heart surgery because she needed a stent to open up the blood flow to her heart. Being eight at the time the only thing I could think about was how she might not make it. My dad said to me “look after your sisters, and tell them nothing about the surgery”, which terrified me more than before. I knew I needed to be brave and take charge of the situations for my sisters. Bravery is something I learned for a situation I never knew would happen.

Today is the day. Today is finally the day that I am to be released from the psychiatric hospital since that day when I passed out. I know last time you heard from me, I was broken and unhappy and had hate for the world, but i'm in the best state i could ever be, I really am I tell you. Oh how excited I am to see old Phoebe. I haven’t seen her since i’ve been admitted into this wing of the hospital. Oh I wonder how much she has grown< She was so intelligent and pure, nothing could ever compromise her. So I hope nothing hasn’t. I was retrieving most of my belongings before I left, when I happened to run into old Ms. Patty. This was my nurse and oh, how lovely she is. “Oh hello Holden, leaving so soon ?” she said so to me with great compassion. Naturally I said, “Why yes sadly, I must go on with myself and enjoy the world, perhaps find myself a woman”, I said this suave as hell, I tell you.

The irony of life is that as one grows older they are found wanting youth, while being young one is found wanting to be older and “wiser”. Sandra Cisneros’ short story Eleven puts the reader in the characters shoes, the character being Rachel the narrator. Eleven is told in first person point of view and has many literary devices used. The setting is mainly in the classroom and other than that it is just Rachel’s thoughts. In the short story “Eleven”, author Sandra Cisneros presents a young girl named Rachel, being the narrator, who realizes that in order to get the respect that many have she needs to be older. Cisneros is able to put any reader in the Rachel’s shoes by making one emotion that she gives go for all ages at one point in their

In the short story, "Eleven," by Sandra Cisnernos, Cisneros describes the birthday of Rachel, an eleven year-old who was humiliated on her birthday. Her teacher, Mrs. Price, claimed that an old sweater belonged to her, when in reality, it was Sylvia Saldivar's who ironically claimed it belonged to Rachel. Rachel was left crying and depressed the rest of the day, when she was commanded to wear it. Cisneros best characterizes Rachel through her well use of her diction,imagery, and repetition.

I remember thinking about how fortunate I was for having none of my family members to die from cancer. It was just another late night of working hard in the laboratory trying to find something. It was precisely 10 o’clock at night where I had never felt so accomplished. I had finally done it, I found the cure to cancer. At first I couldn’t believe my eyes when I had been reading the chart, but when I gave the antibodies to cancer patients their symptoms left and their cancer had been cured. I was 35 when I had found the cure and I lived in Iowa City, which is where I met my wife. I called my wife, Selena, and told her about my discovery and she started crying. It was a different type of cry..no it wasn’t tears from joy, it was tears from sadness. I asked Selena why she was crying. That day was never forgotten, not because of my discovery, but of the news that my wife told me. Our son passed away that afternoon from Lung Cancer. I was devastated. I went into a deep depression and I kept asking myself, “why couldn’t you have found the cancer just a couple hours earlier.” My story was all over the news, for awhile I never cared about anything but my son. I had received an extremely high number of money. I didn’t care about money anymore. I gave over half of it to people who needed it more than I did. I didn’t feel like doing interviews until about 6 months after his death. I learned something from my experience, In order to achieve your goal, sacrifices will need to be made. I found the cure to the most deadliest thing in the world but I had lost my most prized

As she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion she remembered the adventures of the day before. When she got home she passed out from the excitement and strain on her heart. She reached down to check her leg and sighed with relief to find a replacement was already attached. She looked over at her nightstand and noticed her spare glass waiting for her to put them on. As she got out of bed all she could think about was how rude she was to Sam. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing breakfast. She looked around and did not see Sam. She didn’t know why she expected to see her but she was upset that he was not here. Her mom turned a saw her disappointment and said “He seem in quite a rush to leave he left his job to help you.” She was startled by her answer and rushed out the door ignoring the cries from her mother. She hurried Sam’s farm almost throwing up because of the strain on her heart. When she reached the farm she found an old man working the fields. She rushed over and asked, “Where is Sam?” The old man replied, “I fired him because...” She didn’t let him finish She rushed to the road the taste of blood in her mouth from running. She saw a man walking on the road looking forlorn. She called out, “Sam!” The man stopped and turned it was Sam he answered her, “Joy?” She ran into his arms and started to cry. Sam confused hugged her back. She thought to herself about how a horrible incident led to her

In the short story “Geraldo No Last Name” by Sandra Cisneros , Marin,one of the main characters, shows she's caring by sticking by next to Geraldo though multiple struggles and events. One example of how Marin is caring is when she finds out Geraldo was involved in a Hit and Run she doesn't leave him alone. According to the story “How was she to know she’d be the last one

I was volunteering at the Career Closet that day, when a woman came in with 24 trash bags overfull with clothing, shoes, and prescription medication. As I was unloading the bags from her minivan and bringing them down to the back room of the Closet, she followed me around, telling me the story of her friend’s death. She had had a series of heart attacks and strokes, and lay dying in bed for over a year before her heart finally gave out. Her husband refused to move any of her belongings, but when he got a new girlfriend, she wanted space in their wardrobe, so she finally packed up all of the clothes and handed them off to the woman to whom I was now patiently listening ramble on and on, so she could find a place to donate them.

I walked into the room on New Year’s Day and felt a sudden twinge of fear. My eyes already hurt from the tears I had shed and those tears would not stop even then the last viewing before we had to leave. She lay quietly on the bed with her face as void of emotion as a sheet of paper without the writing. Slowly, I approached the cold lifeless form that was once my mother and gave her a goodbye kiss.

I watched as my family said goodbye as a I lay in my hospital bed, breathing raspily. I told them that I loved them. I tried to reach out for my mother’s hand, but was stopped by the short slack of all the tubes and wires connected to me. She comes closer so she can hold my hand, so she can comfort me in my last moments.

I leaned over Susie’s shoulder to see that the letter was from the airport Ma and Pa had used. I slowly read it and my heart felt as if it has just ripped into a million pieces. It said, I am very sorry to report to you that Mr. and Mrs. Keller have been killed in a plane crash. I didn't know what to say or do! Why did this have to happen to our family? How are we going to be able to live with only one job to support all three of us? We had no money, no family and a very small house! That night we all took it into realization that we all were going to have to step up our game and work as hard as we can. As I was falling asleep in bed I thought to myself that we were going to need to find food somehow even if it was a

This nice talk by Alicia was about her struggle with mental illness and how no one can openly talk about it due to the stigma. She told us how she had no joy and felt no hope that things would never change until one day her a woman gave her a necklace that said “Hope”. To Alicia this was her accidental hero. She said she was her accidental hero because the woman suffered from bipolar disease and was in maniac state giving all her stuff away. Therefore, she had to give the necklace back but it gave her an idea, it gave her hope. One day she thought we should all be intentional superhero’s to each other. She asked us to do that, tweet it, and spread the word on Facebook. She then told her story how she was an intentional superhero one day and

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

One day my friend Kayla and her mom came by my house. It was a pleasant spring day in my hometown of Batesville. Kayla’s mom drove a blue Explorer. When they arrived, I almost did not recognize who they were because I was used to seeing Kayla’s mom’s old red car. As Kayla and her mom came up the sidewalk, my mom greeted them with welcoming arms. When Kayla and her mom came in and sat down in our living room downstairs, my mom brought out the warm chocolate chip cookies that she had made just thirty minutes before. Kayla’s mom says, “Annette these are delicious. Where did you get the recipe from?”. She was very pleased with my mom’s cookies. When Kayla tasted her cookie she said, “JaClara these cookies taste like the ones Mrs. Shields brought

Gavin hands me a cup with a lid,wrote on a piece of tape says ‘Gavin A.’ “Well if this doesn't work let me know,I’m next door after all” I kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for your...um...contribution...” He blushes and touches the spot where I kissed him. “It's no problem.I mean it's our duty to society,so what do I do now?” “Well I was about to go to the store...so I guess leave maybe?” He gives me a hug, turns to leave but stops “Hey if you ever need a friend I do live next door so maybe if it's OK with you,we can have lunch sometime?”I nod,smiling,he leaves. I head to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I take down my braids.My brown hair is a mess,it's wild and untamed. It's curly because the braids I had in earlier. My blue eyes become an ocean as I began to sob thinking about my family. I turn on the shower.