She also crammed a bar of soap down his throat & to think David attempted to escape his aunt’s house, because he actually missed her. Mother only feeds David breakfast, when he finished all of his morning chores. His reward was cereal leftovers from his brothers. “I finish the dishes, then my other chores. For my reward I receive breakfast-leftovers from one of my brother’s cereal bowls.
Lisa Lawrence ENC1101-10 Week 3 I almost felt like a teenager sneaking home after being out all night. Instead, I was a Mother of three pretending as I just woke up. “Hey honey, got to leave early today, I have a road test to take.” “Sorry to hear that, how early?” I proceeded to the kitchen where coffee was brewing and Chuck was looking for his yellow and blue coffee mug. “Oh about an hour should leave me plenty of time.” I could care less really, but pretended as I did, assuring the next two hours would be peaceful. I felt guilty because Chuck had no idea I hired a divorce lawyer.
Our family is all dressed up, and I can smell the evening’s food rooms away and hear the ending sounds of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade on the TV downstairs. We seem like a classic, cookie-cutter family. And then the holiday really begins. My grandma is usually the first to arrive, complete with her leopard-print duffle bag she carried everywhere with her. After her I hear the front door open again and know that, from this point on, the house won’t have another moment of silence.
I went to the doctor on Tuesday and the twins were fine. The doctor and I talked about scheduling the date for my cesarean section on my next visit which would have been on the Thursday. That’s when I was going to pick the day I was going to finally meet my twins but it didn’t happen that way. When I got home from the doctor on Tuesday I came home took and a well needed nap, because I had been at the doctor’s office all morning. When I got up from my nap I did a few things around the house, then that night I put a relaxer in my hair, showered and went to bed.
My sister was working, which meant it was only my niece and I alone at the house. A note was left on the counter that read ‘you guys need to do laundry and wash the dishes if you think you’re going anywhere tonight. Also, if you take the car, put gas in it. Love, Cinda.’ With that being said, we did some chores so that we could go out for the day, like we planned. We decided to make a huge breakfast and dance around the house with the music blasting, having a great time.
Then all 7 of us piled in an Expedition that only holds 8 with all of our blankets and such and then we headed off down the road to Myrtle Beach S.C. Upon arrival around 3:30ish p.m., my grandfather was already preparing dinner. Before dinner, though, my dad and step-mom started moving the bags from the truck and into the first bedroom which is down a long hallway with hardwood floors and pictures of older family members along the side wall. Then they moved the rest of the bags up to my room and their room. They had to climb a BIG hardwood staircase with 3 big hardwood shelves with lots of pictures of us, grandkids.
It’s absurd that one thing you can’t do legally is drink alcohol at a bar with your friends. Young adults should be allowed to drink alcohol in controlled areas such as restaurants, bars, clubs, and official university and college events. Having the drinking age at 21 makes it so a majority of college students consume alcohol in an illegal and irresponsible manner. In this letter I will explain my reasons on why the drinking age should be
There were a couple of very slight metaphors such as when the narrator made mention of “wiping the egg from my eyes.” This is a figure of speech to say that when we wake up in the morning we sometimes have sleepers in our eyes and wiping the egg from our eyes means getting rid of the sleepers. One other metaphor that was used in the story was when the narrator said, “Man, Terri’s mama made their whole life like an afternoon commercial.” Terri’s mom always had pudding pops and juice in the house for after school and other snacks that the narrator was not accustomed to unless watching it on TV. This was a figure of speech to describe what the narrator thought you would only see on TV and not in real
Well times that by ten and add a country accent to it and there is my sister. Every morning I would wake up and throw some clothes on and have to go down stairs to do my business because heaven forbid out step one foot in the upstairs bathroom while Sophie was getting ready. She wakes up every morning at 5:30 to make sure her hair was perfectly straight and her makeup was perfectly on, before heading to school. This ticked me off not only because it was in the morning but also because I had to drive her to school at 6:55 when school didn’t start till 7:20, she called it her “social time”. Sometimes I really think she is the mail mans kid and not related to me what so ever.
I got up early as usual, had a quick shower and woke up Linda my grandchild so that she wouldn’t be late for the school bus. My wife had prepared eggs and bacon for today; this was basically our daily routine. We all sat around the table and said grace. My sons had to hurry up because they didn’t want to be late for work; they work in a factory for an old white man who isn’t pleased when they’re late. I got up and held Linda’s hand, grabbed her backpack and we were heading to the bus station.