The Mystery Date

The fresh morning air was cool against my face. Father had been gone for a while now, he had been called by his work for some “serious business.” As my sister Aliah, and I played in the pond by our 2 story house, we heard a faint muttering of Father’s pick-up.

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “John,” my father hollered up the stairs, “It’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds distressed.” As I came down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie.

“Ok, I know a great place to go.” She said cheerfully unlike the tone she had earlier. They walked for awhile until they reached a black house with a big window.

Max just nods, like she doesn’t believe her, but she wants to. “Where are we going?”

I was on phone with my dad, he was drunk and made promises I knew he would never uphold. Beep, beep, beep, the phone call ended. Tears rolled down my face, my breathing became shallow, it grew harder to fill my lungs. I was having an anxiety attack. “What’s going on?” Stewart asked, leaning toward me. I shook my head, avoiding the topic. “David,” my mom responded simply. Stewart’s typically stern persona softened immediately. He sighed, clasping his hands together, all his body weight shifted onto his elbows that were placed on his

It all began with a phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.”As long as I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad.

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my dad hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds scared.” As I treaded down stairs to pick up the phone, I was nervous. Jackie usually never calls me on the phone unless it’s something serious, and my dad telling me she sounded scared made it worse. Approximately 30 minutes passed at Jackie whips her silver Mustang convertible into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a complete stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I sprinted out my front door faster than i’ve ran in my whole life. I got immediately in her car and we drove away. I’ve never seen Jackie so scared in my life. She was driving at least 20 miles over

“Welcome home Father! We have missed you so much,” I cried. “Thank you, Mary I’ve missed you as well,” he said with a quick smile quickly turning back into a frown. “What is the matter; did I do something wrong,” I say getting frightened. “Oh no sweetheart, it is definitely not you it’s just that... never mind. Where is your mother?” “She went outdoors to hang the laundry,” I replied, biting my lip knowing that it’s my job to do the laundry.”Thank you,” he yells, already out the door. As I make my way outside, I see my father worriedly talking to my mother as a look of

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Mike,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jen, and she’s upset.” As I came downstairs to pick to pick up the dirty, old phone, I was not happy. I was tired and still had work to get done, not another lame adventure with jen, last one put me to sleep.

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Josh,” my grandfather yelled up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds angry.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another pointless police chase leading to me and Jackie being outran by some goons.

Seamus Heaney’s “A Call” explores the speaker’s building contemplation of their father’s mortality and the subsequent sense of adoration that the speaker experiences. Throughout their typical call home, the speaker’s thoughts increasingly grow out of context, especially in regards to their father’s mortality. After contemplating this mortality to a great extent, the speaker recognizes the eventual impact that their father’s impending death will have on them. An unexpected focus on their father’s mortality leads the speaker to experience intense love for their father during a seemingly casual phone call.

I don’t always have the habit of eavesdropping on people’s conversations, least of all my parents. I didn’t find it necessary. However, on April 7, 2011, I found myself glued to the door of my parents’ bedroom. I had gone to inform my father that we (me, Michael, my younger brother, and Nanies, my young sister) were ready for the week long vacation to the sandy beaches of Key West, Florida. As I was about to knock on the door. I heard a heated argument inside.

The ride in the bed of the family Model-T was an adventure I never wanted or would do again. The trip took what seemed like forever and was uncomfortable to no level. Before we left Pa had said to me, “Son, I need you to be strong and help me take care of your ma and your siblings. Will you help me?” Yes was the only thing that came to mind but I didn’t realize what that word entailed. Ma wasn’t feeling well and my younger siblings got bored too easily. While Pa drove the car I would wet Ma’s forehead with a rag and make her as comfortable as possible. Ma wasn’t doing well from the dust storms. Every hour or so Caroline would get into a scuffle with Billy about something pointless and I had to separate them before Pa got mad and stopped the

Dinner and a movie is what comes to mind when asking or going out on a date. Why not try to be a bit different and creative to plan your next date. With these interesting ideas you can get to know your date better and have much more fun. Hoping you

Late night phone calls never end well, and this one was no exception. My mom answered the shrill ring of the landline early one Wednesday morning and was greeted by her sisters solemn voice. Aunt Mary told her that their mother wasn’t able to swallow food anymore; an obvious problem that had all the more meaning to her. Barely a month before, grandma’s sister, my Great Aunt Maureen, after a long period of declining health, quickly passed away after loosing her ability to swallow. It seemed that grandma would follow her sister’s example. Mom hung up the phone, the weight of the world settling around her shoulders, and booked a flight for the small Irish town she grew up in.