The day my mom had my baby sister was probably the most unfavorable day of my life. I was at school doing whatever my teachers thought is worth misusing my time of watching Riverdale. After school, my mom picked me up from school and exclaimed," Guess what honey!" I said, "What, is there something amiss? This is probably your first time calling me honey in your entire life." My mom said, " You're having a new baby sister!" I said, "Is there a way for you to halt that from happening, and, also, why
inventors of detective fiction and horror. His great use of imagery, diction and symbolism make The Fall of the House of Usher a captivating short story. Poe’s usual style of writing is about death and fear, however, in this short story he shows the importance of relationships, and how dangerous isolation is from the rest of society by using imagery, diction and symbolism. In this short story, Poe shows the importance of relationships by his uses of diction and symbolism. “ He admitted, however
always hear the murdering and kidnapping in the news. But you can’t speak what you are hearing because many of these issue done by the political people and big businessman. There is a lot of domestic violence in our neighborhood and there is no safe house for the children who above 1 years old they have been raped and crucified by the people. There is a corruption of government you can hear the scandal and bride acceptation in the news. In the street, men drank and beat their wife and their children
language. This process was much larger for me; it included growing up faster in the absence of my mom to take care of the house. Two months before my family arrived to the United States, my mom left first in order to find a house near her job and for us to stay. Her intentions were only the best for us. The only inconvenience was that, since my dad used to work all day, I had to leave my position of a dependent daughter to acquire my mom’s roll. It was summertime when my mom left the house. The first
Everyone’s heard about the story of the Johnson family, about how they died in the old haunted house. They were featured in the paper, “Great Mystery,” it said, “ Family was found dead but the cause is unknown.” The Johnson family soon became known, showing up in various articles and becoming the story that the people in town would tell for many generations. But no one knows the story of the two girls that came before them nor what happened to the youngest. Eyes blinded, never to find out what I
On April 22, 2012, my family officially put our house, my house, up for sale. The sign went up and the tears fell down. That was it, we were leaving, leaving this wonderful place full of wonderful friends and wonderful neighbors. I had already told my friends that I wouldn’t be coming back to school with the rest of them next year. Many tears were shed from me and my best of friends. I would miss Tom the most, and my parents knew leaving him was the worst part for me. He and I had been best friends
dad, sisters, church on Sunday, and family dinners. It was like this like this for a long time. Until Christmas Eve 2011, seventeen days before 10th my birthday and probably the last time me and my four sisters have been in the same place and the same time. The sentence that would change my life, “Me and your dad are getting divorced,” I was too young to understand what was happening, I was too young to understand that my dad still loved my mom and I was too young to understand that my mom was
always changing. In the novel In the Time of the Butterflies, Patria’s shift from hesitance to action in the movement, which is prompted by her experiences at the retreat house, parallels the Church’s journey from inactivity to resistance. Patria originally refuses to become an active part of the revolution despite her sisters’ influences while the church also remains hesitant largely out of
32 It was the most auspicious and wonderful day of my life. The appointed time for solemnizing the marriage had come. I was sitting on the verandah surrounded by hundreds of young girls and women. They were all waiting for the propitious news to be announced. The bridegroom, Nadim with his marriage party had reached to my place. They were stayed at a near by Madrasa. That religious institution was named after my late grandfather and founded by my family members. At nine in the evening, one person
everyone would always look for something to complain about and wouldn’t ever try to see the light, even in the darkest moments. A couple years back, I was on my phone and I was scrolling through things on the internet and I stumbled on a quote, I don’t remember precisely what the quote said, but it touched me mentally and changed how I reacted to my situations and it taught me that there is always going to be somebody going through something worse than you. Now that I’ve grown up a little, I realized