Home-cooked meals give a sense of unity and connects positivity in life. My mother’s meals are a masterpiece; they are filled with special flavors and spices. As my mother used to say “Food is the language of love.” Whenever my mother cooks, she does it with joy and excitement.…
I have read excerpts from two texts. An informational text titled ‘The Sea Around Us’ by Rachel Carson, and a literature text titled ‘Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea’, by Jules Verne. In both excerpts there are many descriptions of the ocean. Many people debate whether details are described more vividly in informational text, or in literature. I feel the ocean was described more vividly in the excerpt from the literature text ‘Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea’.…
I like your momI like your mom I like your mom I like your mom I like your mom I like your mom I like your mom I like your mom I like your mom I like your mom This module explores the ethical issues regarding sexual behavior. In this activity, you will develop an essay about contemporary sexual morality.…
The old view (historians in the 1950's) was that NAZI Germany was a "totalitarian" state. Hitler was the all-powerful dictator. Orders flowed downwards from Hitler. The system of government was like an efficient, well-oiled machine.…
My Grandmother goes by the name of babunya, and baba for short, this means grandma in Ukrainian. She lived in Ukraine for most of her life, and she is almost 90 years old now. She’s been through a lot in her years, thus her appearance has changed. For every wrinkle she has there’s a story to match. She has had every color hair: blonde, red, brown, and black. Now her hair is a short gray color. She keeps it short because it stays out of the way, even though she hates it short. She has always had long her until now. She has also progressively become shorter over the years due to a very bad back; she now stands just under five feet. Since she spends most of her days in the garden her usual outfit consists of jeans and a flannel shirt so she does not ruin her nice clothes. She takes immense pride in her garden, and uses only the foods she grows to make her authentic Ukrainian meals.…
Growing up in a small town wasn't always easy for me. I felt that I was constantly hiding and denying the person that I was and the life that I lived. I was forced to be someone that I really wasn't due to the fact that I had a "family secret" that I was withholding in order to protect the well-known, family name, Hutcherson. In highschool, no one but family members and close friends knew that I lived with an alcoholic father. As a child I was always taught to keep our family life secret and never let people know the struggles that our family faced. People always thought that I had the best of everything because of the material possessions I accumulated from my dad. They assumed that because our family had money, we were problem free - and oh, how wrong they were! It was until my senior year at Halls High School that I kept leading people on to believe a lie. I finally got tired of feeling as though I was two different people with two different lives.…
First My father is the most influential person in my life. My father been in my life, from the day I first opened my eyes to the present moment. This person is the teacher a guide, and a source of strength and support. He is the one who I love and trust. I love my father because he has taken care of me since I was born. My father helped me with everything when I need his help. I cannot remember a person in my life that had a more significant influence on me than my father. My father is the person who are always helping me with my problems and who are always gives me advice.…
My dad is my inspiration and has been for years. He’s always there for me when something is wrong and gets at me when I do something wrong. He is a firefighter which is what I’ve always wanted to do. My inspiration for my dad started when I was 5. We played catch in the backyard every day and I promised that I would be as good a father as he was to me, to my kids someday.…
We hear people tell us about how some significant event or person in their lives came along and changed everything. We also hear of some fantastic revelation someday up on the mountain, or a close encounter with nature, even a brush with some insane disaster, bringing the person onto the doorstep of death. Most people quote extraordinary event that is very unique to them and hear about how that something have come to have a great impact on their lives, changing the very manner in which they view life and perceive it. My story might not be anything spectacular, but for me it has been the one most singularly amazing event of my life.…
Time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was…
susan snow was born on January 28, 1975. Her birth brought double the joy to her family who just minutes before had rejoiced upon the birth of her identical twin sister, rachelle. She was a small premature baby born nearly five weeks early and remained in NYU Medical Center for a week under careful scrutiny. Her father and four older siblings eagerly anticipated her arrival at home. The family resided in brooklyn, where they still make their home, and susan joined them there. She was named susan bella after her paternal great aunt and great great grandmother. susan had soft brown hair and big blue eyes that sparkled with personality, despite her young age. After five long months of incessant crying, she finally became an enjoyable and fun loving baby.…
When you know how to speak, what was your firts world? I think it is “papa”. We have growing in the arms of our father. I love my father best and no one can replace his in my heart. My father is 57 years old. He is a famer. He tall and thin. His hair cut short and he is grizzle-haired.his clothes is very simple. With me every thing in dad is special,he way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he behaves. He is a person that dose not show his feeling a lot, he might not kisses and hugs me every single day buts when i do a good thing, he smiles. It make me happy. My father likes going fishing. At the weekend he often go fishing with his friend.he likes walking too. Even thought his age and the weekness of his body, he always working hard around my house garden and taking longs walk. He is a famer so he is very busy, but he says that his favorite time is time that he spends with us.My father works from Monday to sunday. He do not have breaktime.When he comes home from work, he makes something for supper. I love my father very much. He had take care of me since i was a born and not only did he take care of me but also loved me, proctect me when i was littel. he was the first person to taught me to say “thank you” when someone give something, to say “sorry” when i wrong and he was with me when i took my firts steep ever .He has help me in everything i had needed. When i have a difficult problem i always talk with my father because he gives me his opinion from the bottom of his heart. And if it bad, he gives me the useful advice that help me confident and safe. I admire my dad very much because althought he has a hard job,although he says that there are not enough hours in a day,although have to stays up late and gets up early he manages his time to take care of our family, to talk to me about important decision in my life. My father not only cares about my family but also cares about other, he involved in many chairty events and gives a helpto other people who are…
My father has had a significant influence on me and my life. I was only two when my mother died, and although I don’t remember how it impacted my father, I know it must have been devastating for him. He could have given up on life and thrown it all away, but he didn’t. He struggled through these hard times, but continued for me. He showed me what determination was when he got up every day to an empty bed, a house with ghostly memories of her and my face as a reminder of what she looked like. He went to work and made a living to put food on the table and a roof over our heads. I have never seen someone as hardworking as he is. He still raised me and taught me the values of life. Everything he does comes back to me. He is the reason I am here today. When I am older and have a family of my own, I hope that I will be able to show them the love he showed for me. I hope that I will be able to work as hard as my father did and will be able to show the determination for my family as I go through life’s daily struggles. When I face a problem nowadays, I always think of my father and how he would handle it. I try to be strong and face the problems knowing that it could be worse. I am determined and never give up on my goals, just like my father. I will remain determined, hardworking, strong and loving for him because I know he wants me to. As I look at him today, I see the tired, stressed and worried lines indented into his forehead and only hope that I will be able to repay him for all that he has done for me, to be able to thank him for not giving up on his life and mine.…
It was May 15th 2007, I remember this day like it was yesterday. My mom had told me to get off at my auntie Candace’s house, because I would be spending a few nights there. She said she had packed clothes for me, and left a note inside the bag explaining why she left so suddenly. In the note she had told me to be good, and not to cry for her. She had left for the city to be with my grandmother during her surgery. She had said, that I could’ve gone with her, but there was no room in the vehicle and she had to be strong for my grandma, and I had to do the same. For a long time I didn’t understand why she couldn’t have taken me, besides that the vehicle was full. I didn’t believe that though, I thought she just wanted to get away from me. But now at the age of 16 I understand. The operation my grandmother was getting was the amputation of her legs. How was a mother supposed to explain to her 10yr old daughter that she’ll never see her grandmother walk again? I’m still not sure my mother understands how I feel about that day. It was an eye opener for sure.…
My sister is above average in everything and she is still baby. She is 9 month old and can already take some steps without holding anything. She took her first steps at 6 month. There is only one thing that disappoints. She still can't crawl. Her arms are just not strong enough. But once again on the bright side she can walk. She is weak on her arms but still very fast. She pull cloth out of a drawer in less then five seconds. She is like the sonic of babies.…