Cousin

also my first cousin-Sarah. Sarah was not only my cousin, but also my Godsister and close friend. I completely had to remove her out of my life for a while. Let

Thinking about what someone would say about you on your obituary at the age of 15 was unusual. But after diving off the road and rolling around like a tumbleweed in a metal monster only to defy death, I laid on my hospital bed pondering the “what ifs”. What if I did die? Would they describe me with the typical characteristics of the young and departed: sweet, loving, caring, with a bright future? Of course turning a blind eye to my quick temper and sharp tongue; it’s rude to speak negatively of the

Buzizi [2013], a man killed another in a supposed effort to protect his cousin. On an early morning in Montréal, the accused’s cousin and the victim ensued in a brawl (Casey). The initial fight was broken up by a third party. A few moments later, the accused, Mr. Buzizi, who saw the initial assault from afar, intervened and pushed the victim (Casey). Then, Mr. Buzizi noticed that the victim had an exacto knife, and that his cousin had a serious wound on his neck (R v. Buzizi, para 24). For fear that

I truly believe that SBS can affect any race, any status, and any demographic. The reason I think this is the main factor that allows SBS to occur is the frustration a caregiver will feel when a child continues to cry. This is truly sad because crying is the child only form of communication. They are not doing it to bother the caregiver. The child is only crying to have their needs met. I believe that the main reason so many children died or get injured due to SBS is the fact that they very fragile

One foggy night in March 9, 2012 my and my family moved into an abounded house, in a small town. My parents and sibling's were going to visit my uncle, aunt and cousins and they were not going to be home until 12:00am. One of my cousins was going to stay with me to have a sleepover. My parents were about to leave so after they left I waved a good bye to them. As I waved goodbye to them I saw a shadow, that started walking toward us and then it disappears. Ten minutes later my mom called saying

window that connected the two rooms I watched my mom cry uncontrollably. She had her hand over her chest and yelled, "No puede ser!" My cousin, Vanessa, calmly stood in front of my devastated mother and told her about the horrible car accident her sister got into. There was an ache in my chest that I had never felt before; I tried my

I can vividly remember darting out of my room to escape my cousin Alex’s unstoppable torment. As I reached the living room, I leap onto the sofa bed, only to have him spring on me and then stick his tongue toward my face as I struggled to hold him back. I guess that’s the cost of our parents allowing us to watch the film Alien the previous night. Years later, I awaken to my cell phone ringing, as I roll over I notice it’s my other cousin Jason. My mind tends to run to disaster whenever I receive

Every christmas I remember was spent in Park City Utah, gathering in front of a twelve foot tree with my cousins, tearing open colorful wrapping paper. Christmas means family, snow, skiing, and hot chocolate. My Grandmother, Grammy, built a house in Park City with the intention of it becoming the “Christmas House.” For me and six of my closest cousins, that house represents Christmas and family. My memories of the house start when I am about six years old. I can still remember the original furniture

later discovered to be cousins Kenneth Alessio Bianchi and Angelo Anthony Buono. Kenneth Bianchi was born in Rochester, New York to a prostitute mother and was given up for adoption when he was born. His upbringing was normal, but he was known to be a pathological liar. He had a fantasy about joining the police force, but when he applied both in New York and Los Angeles, he was rejected. In 1975 Bianchi decided to move to Los Angeles to stay with his role model and older cousin Angelo Buono. He ends

gone for six years, I came home, and all my family had grown up, and they had little families of their own. Since I have been home from the Army, I have not missed a family gathering. I value the time I spend with my family, and now instead of my cousins and I outside playing, their children are the ones outside playing. It is amazing to see how large my family has grown, and it is only going to grow larger. Now, since we have grown older, the roles have