As a grandchild, the greatest feeling in the world is spending time with their grandma. This is especially true when a grandchild has been away at college and has not seen their grandma in an extended period of time. The way Lisa Parker uses imagery and opposition allows readers to visualize the country setting where the grandma resides, along with the relationship between the grandma and granddaughter. The moment the grandma questions the granddaughter about college creates a tempting yet uneasy feeling for the granddaughter as she thinks about answering truthfully. By looking at the moment when the granddaughter cannot decide how to respond to her grandma’s question, the reader finds that the granddaughter chooses against telling her grandma…
My mother thankfully had a backup plan. “We will stay with my cousins they don’t live too far from here”. I had no clue who or what she was talking about, but none the less we caught a taxi and made our way to her cousin’s house. When we pulled up to this little home, we were greeted outside with big hugs and kisses. I had never met these people, but they had acted as they knew me for all my life, I had never felt more welcomed. As we walked inside, I noticed…
(page 4) "fter ducking down in the taxi so mom wouldnt see me, i hated myself hated my antiques, my clothes and my apartment. i had to do something so i called a friend of mom's and left a message. it was our system of staying in touch. it always took mom a few days to get back to me, but when i heard from her, she sounded as always cheerful and causal though, as though we'd had lunch the day before. i told her i wanted to see her and suggested she drop by the apprtment but she wanted to go to a restaurant. she loved eating out, so we agreed to meet for lunch at her favourite chinese restuaran".…
I walked back through the soft grass, stepping onto the little pathway that led to our back door. I opened the screen door, walking into our old living room; though, it was more like looking into a room I had never seen before. It was vacant, missing our various pieces of furniture that had lived and entertained us for years. The red, comfy couch no longer sat against the wall, inviting us to sit down. Our bookshelves, full of stories and fairytales that Mama would read to me, were gone, in some moving truck on its way to Indiana at that very moment. And lastly, our ancient family clock, the one that had been passed down for multiple generations, was absent from its place on the mantle. If I thought hard enough, I could remember and imagine the laughter of people and the aroma of southern cooking all throughout the…
Planning a Walt Disney World can be not only rewarding but fun. There are many things to think about before a spot is even reserved like hotels, dining plans, and even what kind of ticket should be purchased. It can be a fun process, and the whole family will have fun deciding what they want to do during the vacation, and there are so many options to choose from!…
Pushing past my anxiety and entering the family’s home, I look around me and took in the large, multi-purpose room. Scattered amongst the large wooden dining table, couches, and television, the sentimental trinkets and children’s toys added warmth to the small home. Although the walls were unfinished and half-painted, the home felt lived-in and cherished. The air was stale and warm, yet the room exuded an air of sweet, beloved family memories. Immediately,…
The plane trip was only 3 hrs, but it still gave her a lot more thinking time. It was going to be good to get away her mother and father had told her, being the youngest by a long way she was used to spending her holidays with only them. Her mother said it would be good to get away from everything and everyone, to have some time to miss the people and things they took for granted, to appreciate them more.…
Our summer trips always began in the same way. My siblings and I moped around the house whining about the injustice of being subjected to such a boring fate. In the hope of soliciting our interest, my father pulled out maps and brochures depicting an endless array of possible tourist attractions. My mother, choosing a different line of attack, spent a small fortune buying a myriad of snacks, games, and books, which were intended to entertain us for six days. Regardless of their efforts, we spent most of our time endlessly fighting and bickering among ourselves. Usually, by the third day of our journey, even my mother was obliged to join us in this noisy pursuit. Today, my sister, brothers, and I laughingly agree one of our fondest trip memories is of our mother, leaning across the back of the front seat, flailing her arms wildly in an effort to smack us, while we cowered in the back of the station wagon. In recent years, my family has spent countless hours happily reminiscing about the once dreaded summer crossings. Amazingly, sometime during the passing decades, like a flower…
I was raised in a small, but familiar town on the outskirts of Tallahassee known as Havana. A place where everyone practically knows everyone that lives there. My hometown upholds a sense of charm and southern hospitably in the atmosphere, with the many boutiques and restaurants for one to enjoy. However, I feel that it is a place where more mature individuals could appreciate (like adults), due to its historical nature. To be honest, other than going to school with my friends, as a child there really wasn’t much for me to do when the summer rolled in. Especially, since I was the only girl in a house with two brothers. In fact, majority of my summer vacation was spent at home, with my annoying brothers, “The Terrible Two”. Well, at least that’s what I called them, because they were always finding a way to make fun out of torturing me. From being hit by water balloons unexpectedly, to waking with burning lips from the hot sauce they put on them while I was sleeping, pretty much describes the “summer” moments of my childhood; at least the ones spent with brothers. Until, I suddenly had an epiphany, and begged my mother to let me stay with my grandmother while I school wasn’t in; or at least until she made it home from work. Of course she asked why; although she knew how much my brothers would tease me. She just told me it was there way of showing “brotherly” love, but she understood how annoying it could be, because she too was raised among all boys; in which worked out in my favor, because I no longer spent the summer’s home. She accepted my plea to be free from the “Terrible Two,” and Grandma’s house was to be my new location for summer vacation, which I enjoyed every bit of.…
Have you been on vacation to disney world with your family? Well on June 15 2015, a 2 year old boy named Lane Graves pulled by an alligator into lagoon near a Walt Disney World hotel has been found dead.His body only had a few puncture,wounds according to a source familiar. The boy was drowned by the alligator .Two guests said they warned Disney employees there was an alligator near the beach where the Graves family had gathered to watch a movie, according to the report.…
One hot summer evening in June, my family and I decided to go on a camping trip to Bluestone State Park. We would be staying in a cabin, out in the middle of the woods in the park, for a whole full week. During this week, my family and I would be doing various things such as hiking, fishing, biking, and spending time on the lake. I had never been this excited to go on a trip with my family. The last place we went, Myrtle Beach, I ended up deathly sick and had to go to the hospital. However, I knew this trip was going to be amazing. The sun was shining, it was not too hot or too cold, and it was not muddy or too dry. My sister, Holly, who is not a big fan on going camping, was actually excited to go, for once, even though she was not over her sickness. We would be leaving around six in the morning and neither one of us could sleep. What in the world was we supposed to do this late at night. It was a little over three hours away, and there are lots of activities to do before we got there.…
We talked about many things around us from our daily life to our memory. At that time, we are being straightened to each other. Suddenly, our parents mentioned about our sister Chi and they committed that they have the most responsible for their daughter death. Their daughter had had a difficult time in assimilating with the American culture and in school because she fully rejected any femininity she held in Vietnam and embraced her true masculine identity to its entirely. As a result of that she received both a beat from our father and a teacher intervention. Perhaps, we should sympathize with her, or at least we should listen to her feelings and thoughts, but we didn’t. As they mentioned to her, all the member’s in the family eyes started turning to red. At that time, we didn’t know what else to say, Hung patted they on the shoulder and said, “That’s fine, Thong and Anh. Everything was the past, just let it passes over.” Besides that, I thought about the Little Niece beggar who I saw and gave all of my money to her in the Turtle Fountain. Numerous of questions pumped up in my mind “how is she?”, “is she still a beggar?”, and “is she still alive or not?” She is the one who made we awake and made me aware of my truly feelings and thoughts as well as how I act when facing a pain. Thus, I went to the Turtle Fountain the day after and hoped that I will meet her again and say “thank you” to…
The plane trip was only 3 hrs. But it still gave her a lot more thinking time. It was going to be good to get away her mother and father had told her, being the youngest by a long way she was used to spending her holidays with only them. Her mother said it would be good to get away from everything and everyone, to have some time to miss the people and things they took for granted, to appreciate them more.…
When I was nine years old, my grandmother died. She and I were extremely close and, even though she would never admit it, I was her favorite grandchild of the six. With this being said, her passing hit me hard, to say the least. Now, her death did not come as a complete surprise to the rest of the family. She had been battling different forms of Cancer for almost ten years by that point. But of course, as a little girl, I never saw any of that. It’s true that to have ignorance is bliss, and as a young child, I was of no short supply.…
It was a beautiful day. The sun cast it’s radiant rays upon a little small village in China. Little dust of ivory clouds navigated itself around the sky. On that day a naive girl of four years-old sat in her concise house of only one room., no bigger than a mini garage. An average size twin bed faced the wall, a bed that three people shared every night. A cheap old fashioned stove adjacent to the bed, and a cabinet where three utensils, three plates, and three pairs of clothes lay. I sat on the cold stone floor wearing my pink little summer dress while playing with my rusty train set. All days were the same for me. My parents both worked from when the sun rose to when the sun set, only coming home to make dinner. Life for me was quite lonely. I ran free through the village like a wild child, for no one cared. I became independent the day I could walk.…