“Now an Orphan” It was a quiet night at the Sunrise Orphanage. Miss Susie, the caretaker, has told everyone to go to sleep. I wasn’t tired because of what I had just experienced the past week. There was another boy awake, sitting up in his bed. He was wearing a matching set of pajamas and had a look of grief on his face. I decided to go up to him and ask why he was awake, since I didn’t have the option to go to sleep.
“Hey, I’m William. Why aren’t you asleep?” I whispered, as I walked over to the boy. “I can’t sleep. I just found out yesterday that my mom died in a car accident,” he said, trying to hold back tears. He didn’t look very old. Maybe seven or eight years old. There was a long silent pause. “Oh, sorry. I’m Jack by the way.” “Sorry about what happened to your mom. I kind of know how you feel,” I said, thinking about what had happened to my family.
“What happened to your mom?” asked Jack, leaning forward with curiosity.
“It’s a complicated story, but I guess we have time,” I said, looking around, while everybody slept with such ease. “It all started about a week ago when my uncle came to stay for a few days…”
DING DONG!
“I’ll get it!” my mom screamed, while I was upstairs, listening to music in my room. I would usually be outside in my pool or playing soccer, but it was the middle of winter in Michigan. My mom walked over to the door and when she opened it, I heard the door slam back closed.
I ran down the stairs and rushed to my mom. “What happened?!?” She was
“You never really get over it,” she said. “I just think about what his life would have been like. It just left a hole in my heart.”
“So how did you sleep?” I asked. “Like babies.” Adams said. “You ready?” I asked.
Tonight he wouldn’t get much sleep. He hugged his arms to his chest and let his teeth chatter. He hadn’t been this cold since he had nearly drowned trying to escape more than a year ago. “It’s warmer in the cabin if you want.” Called Peter’s hesitant voice.”
For a moment, they shared silence as her soft yellow dress tattered in the breeze. The angle of his chin and the tears in his eyes told her that he likely knew about her grandma. “I'm so awfully sorry about your abuelita. So sorry.”
My mum began to understand me, and said, I am sorry I don't want you to feel that bad.
“Ugh…”, Jackie sighed, “Joe...They killed my parents. My parents are dead”. I was in complete shock. I had no idea something so tragic had occurred. I just thought that Jackie was overreacting about something minor as she usually does.
“I...I don’t know. Sometimes I wish dad would just come back. And other times I wish he was never alive. He left us, to suffer with an alcoholic mother, while he’s probably living a good life with another wife who’s 20 years younger than him.” I rolled up my sleeve, tracing the scars on my wrist. We stared at the passing cars, hoping one of those was mom’s.
He chuckled a warm homey laugh, and then started the more than adventurous story of his past. Speaking every word as if he were living it right then and there, I mentally recorded everything to make sure I could tell this story
An issue that has been a well-known topic of conversation recently is the subject of college athletes getting paid or not. This issue has been circulating amongst sports fans throughout the country. Everyone from the fans, players, parents, and media groups all have opinions on this matter. Over the past ten years college athletics has gained an enormous amount of popularity and income from American audiences. As a result of this, the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA) has been debating about collegiate athletes getting paid for their participation and I am going to discuss the reasons for why people are for it and why people are against it. The real questions most people are wondering is: Is it ethically right to pay college
“So, since your father and his father didn’t have a couch or extra blankets, Dad told me to sleep in his bed while he slept on the floor. I told him no, so he set up a divider; I took the wall, he took the edge.” Mom rested her arm on the counter and sucked in a gulp of air.
“This is all my fault, if I would have been there then maybe the baby wouldn’t have died.” I said, starting to sob.
I climbed our stairs around midnight, carefully and quietly. I knew Ben had already been asleep for a while and I didn 't want to wake him up. I had just fed Brode and needed to get him all swaddled up before laying him down to sleep. As I placed my sweet son on the bed, wide-eyed and with a crooked smile, I starred at him and began to weep.
“A good leader inspires others with confidence in him; a great leader inspires others with confidence in themselves” (unknown). Black Hawk’s actions throughout his life time proved his ability to be a great leader. He involved himself in many great feats that would attract many followers to him for instance, becoming a warrior at the early age of fifteen and beyond that being successful in heading up many other attack expeditions at a very young age. Playing a large role in two major wars also helped Black Hawk to become a leader.
“That’s ok I’ll help you.” My mom said as she could tell I was scared.
There is evidence of how humans were creative before civilization, from the paintings, objects, tools, and other things found. Humans learned how to hunt, gather food, build homes, make tools, and create artwork from their surroundings throughout their lives. Domestication of plants and animals began the agricultural revolution, which became a very important time for humans all over the world. Farmers were crucial people in Neolithic communities because they worked hard to provide food for foragers. Çatal Hüyük, one of the centers of trade and specialized crafts, focused on agricultures, had religious shrines, and did metal work in the Neolithic period.