Grandma

parents getting me ready , talking to me I was so scared but it was time for me to visit my grandma and grandpa. That was the only thing that didn't make me crying knowing I had someone to go to when I got there. Getting to the air port with my book bag full of stuff and two big suit case full of things. The suit case was bigger then me, I had to wait one hour until my plane was called.

My favorite dish is prepared by my maternal grandma; they are referred to as lollipops and they are just as delicious. My grandma’s family immigrated from Greece and her grandmother came from a village outside of Sparta, currently named Selasia. Grandma loves to cook the lamb chops because she knows my sisters and I love to devour them. She says that It gives her “a sense of love that can only be seen on your (grandchildren’s) faces. The recipe is a family favorite that is passed down from mother

tears. The grandma I know is very different then the grandma of my older brothers, my cousins, and my parents. My grandma had the coolest house with the most awesome toys ever. We would run into her house after a long car ride and jump into her arms for a hug and kiss and then take over the small living room with all the toys that were just for us. The grandma of my older brothers is more of a mother figure who cooked lots of goodies and chased them around the farm. I never knew my grandma as a farmer

first arrived because she has been with great-grandma my entire life. According to my Uncle she has been there for more than fifty years. She has remained steadfast through the years and different relationships have come and gone. She remains a family heirloom. She remains family. There she is. That's my new baby sister laying in her arms. My sister, like her is all dressed in white. This is the first time I remember being aware of her. My great-grandma was a meticulous house cleaner and being a small

butterflies, my grandma comes to my mind. My grandma and I were very close, but in June of 2016, she passed away from multiple myeloma cancer. Before she passed away, my grandma said, “When you see a yellow butterfly, I want you to think of me”. Her death is what caused me to want to become an oncology radiologist. I want to be able to make an impact in people’s lives by aiding in the treatment of their cancer. Yellow butterflies have come into my life in many ways since my grandma passed away.

Chapter One As the noon sun faded into afternoon shadows, a gentle summer breeze rustled the white silk curtains as Mama and I sat at the dining table with the turkey platter between us. I remember the sweet smell of Honeysuckle filled the air, as I watched Mama gently trace every broken piece of the platter with her fingertip that was set in glue, now hardened and yellowed by time. For a bit, she just sat there looking at the old thing until her eyes brimmed with tears. When I reached out to

about the main characters in a story or play, not many put too much thought about the secondary characters who have just as much to say. In this analysis, you will be reading and comparing two of the secondary characters, Jim Bono from Fences and Grandma from The American Dream.. While The American Dream is based on a white couple in 1950, is considered an absurdist play. Fences is based off a black family in late 1960s and a realism play, which does make for major differences in characters, language

on who you are. I find the question to be simple but also hard, it gives me some thought on who I am. Who do I want to be? Who am I? What type of person have I become? As of right now, I am an 18-year-old girl who lives and takes care of her grandma. I have an after-school job in Swinomish, as a janitor. I have had a boyfriend for nearly 3 years without any break-ups and we have been living together for almost a year. I have 3 other siblings a younger brother younger sister and one older sister

been the most delicious one is champurrado (thick Mexican hot chocolate). My grandma (mom’s mom) taught my mom how to make champurrado but, my mom can’t perfect it like my grandma’s. When champurrado was made in the house, it meant movie night, blankets, cold night, and the family together. Champurrado was made on Christmas eve and day to drink with the tamales and all the delicious foods that my grandma makes. My grandma always woke up early that Christmas eve day to start preparing for the special

grandmother (on my mom’s side of the family) is of Italian decent. After calling my grandma and spending hours talking on the phone, I was surprised to learn that not too long ago my family made their journey from Italy to the United States. While on the phone with my grandmother, Patricia Brenna Cononie, I was filled in on the many details of my family’s immigration to the United States. Luckily for me, my grandma had an extremely detailed journal written by her mother, Verna Bizzarri Brenna, of