The Day Of My Life

As I watched my families car pull out of my driveway, I felt like a piece of me was leaving as well. My eyes, feeling like a dam that had just burst open, could hardly open enough to gaze at my family waving goodbye. The rather short street seemed to stretch on forever as I watched the bright lights of the car slowly disappear, wishing they could just stop and never leave my sight. Despite my immense sadness, I saw the beautiful sunrise painting the sky with brilliant shades of orange and pink,

On February, 12, 2014, I woke up very anxious and scared knowing that the day of my surgery had finally arrived. I looked out the window and everything was covered by a white and fluffy snow. Winter service trucks were clearing the roads and neighbors shoveling the heavy snow in their drive ways. As a reflection of my bad mood, I wore the simplest cloth I had, knowing that I wasn’t going to have fun but, a surgery. As I was going down the stairs, I smelled a fantastic aroma of coffee and fresh bread

On a starry winter night in 2008, a call came from my father reporting that he would be making a visit to my family within the next week. Hearing this news caused chills to rush through my body. I was finally about to see my father after four long years. I was only six years old when he left. The day of his visit came and went like time in an hourglass. However, I can still recall every single detail pertaining that day and his visit. The atmosphere was filled with joy and excitement. I remember

As I get nearer and nearer to the place of my birth, Lisbon Portugal, I take solace in knowing that soon, Elizabeth, I shall be with you, and our children once again. There were many a time that I feared I would never see you again. I never lost faith, however, and continued to pray no matter what hardships I encountered, and the good Lord in all his power, glory, and wisdom decided that it was not yet time for me to receive His holy judgement. In those moments where it seemed that death was inevitable

There is not a day in my life that I wake up and do not ask myself why? Why did my mother have to leave? Why did this happen to me? Without a doubt the absence of my mother has been the hardest obstacle I have had to overcome at such a small age. At just eight months old, my life took a drastic change, one that I would not have dreamed of happening. My parents separated and I was left to live with my dad and his family. At that age a mother to a child is everything, I needed her to do the most basic

Before September of my eighth grade year my life was close to perfection. I had a great group of friends. My grades were where they should be and I was getting ready to make my decision on where I was going to attend high school. Not only did I become the most happy I had ever been, the people around me were also happy. Everything was going according to plan in my life. There were no hiccups or bumps in the road of my life. At this peak, everything fell apart from there, or at least that is what

I started my day like I had every day for the previous seven months. Wondering if today would end with me laying ice cold and lifeless in a coffin. Seven months prior, I got my first E.K.G., I found out there was something drastically wrong my heart. Spontaneously, my heart would beat at a vigorous pace exceeding far past a normal heart rate. These spontaneous fits of speed were impossible to control and felt as though I was slowly being stabbed in the heart by a dull and rotten blade. Every breath

be a sunny day, with clear skies and 80 degrees outside. It was my day off, so I got up early and got my daughter ready for school. At that time she was in second grade at Ashford Park Elementary in DeKalb County. I did not have any plans on how to spend my day off, after all, I had too much to do and little time to accomplish my household chores. I had two jobs to support my daughter and myself. So, when I have a day off, I tried to do whatever possible. In the few hours that the day has, I had

just walked home from school. My brother, Ethan, was already there when I opened the door and walked into my house. He always got out of school early on Friday. My mom came around the corner and said “Hi Alex! How was school?” I told her it was ok. I went through the normal routine of throwing my backpack next to my desk to do any work after I ate. I sat down at the table and my mother gave me some tomato pasta to eat for lunch. After I finished eating I went back to my desk. I found that for once

Most days are the same routine. However, some days have great impact on your life. That day for me was when I went from being an only child to having more siblings than I can count. My parents divorced when I was very young so growing up I always had two houses to go to. My routine involved every other weekend visiting my Dad and throughout the week I was at my mom’s house, which is normal for someone with divorced parents. I was my mom’s only daughter, so I grew up knowing how to play by myself