Personal Narrative: Anaselie

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*

Patience is wearing thin , the shocking moment is almost here. Then a miracle happens! A beautiful brown eyed baby is born into this world.

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

I knew her for less than a year, but in that short time we got to know each other as well as if we had been friends for our entire lives. I met Anna Rondeau* at a private online high school where we were both taking a few courses. With long, sleek, chestnut hair and mischievously twinkling eyes, Anna was one of the most fun-loving girls I knew. Everyone loved her for her blunt honesty, entertaining personality, sharp wit, and charming southern mannerisms. Oddly enough, our best friends shared the same first name and both Anna and I wanted to be the same thing when we grew up. To listen to us banter over both the most serious and trivial of matters, it would have been difficult for someone who didn’t know to guess that we lived over a thousand

September 9, 2015, a baby is born. With black hair, brown eyes, and the face of an angle, she was wrapped in a two blankets and pajamas. The name on the certificate, Elizabeth, and she is born 5 inches tall, weighs 6 ounces, and has a perfectly round head, she looks like a turtle as she stretches her neck. We call her our little lizard, but to be honest she looks more like turtle than a lizard any day. The hospital I go to, to see little lizard, smells like soap and hand sanitizer, it brings back memories of a moment in time 2 years ago when I walked down the same hospital corridors to see my area 51 baby, Evelynne. As I walk down the same hallway to the same room where I first saw my Evelynne I am reminded of a responsibility, a responsibility

Twenty years ago today, God gave me my second child. She has come to have many nicknames from my gift from God, my Angel of Jesus, to my Princess. Lauren Bailey, you have developed into a beautiful young lady, who is head strong and always knows what she wants. Even as a baby you knew what you wanted and how you were going to do things. When the doctors told me that they needed to take you away as soon as I had you, I lost a piece of me, because I did not know what to expect especially after your first surgery at five days old, but you showed your dad and I that you were strong and willing to live. You have shown so much courage, even at 9 years old, when you had your open heart surgery and you told me “Mom if God wants me to be with him, I

Who am I? I am Sarah Phillis; a daughter, sister, student, employee, niece, aunt, and an apostolic. These certain roles are what makes me, me. I am a daughter to, two loving parents. I am a sister, to my five siblings. I am a student, at Youngstown State University. I am an employee, at Once Upon a Child. I am a niece to my aunts and uncles. I am an Aunt Sarah, to six nieces and nephews. I am an apostolic, in which I believe in one god and speaking in tongues. The major roles of what makes me, me, is being a daughter, sister, employee, student, and an apostolic. My family is very important to me. Not a day goes by where I don’t see at least 3 of my family members. Acting as a student is a very important role I play every day. I work hard to

I was born on a late August’s night, in Longview, WA, at St. John’s hospital. While time rushed by for everyone, for my parents it was almost as if time stood still as they gazed down at their baby girl. They named that beautiful baby girl, Averi M. Klein. As a little girl, I loved the color pink and like to dress up in frilly dresses. My playmates were the boys that lived next door and we would go out into the little wooded area behind our home and play.

My daughter, Lauren, often surprises me with her readiness to jump into the unknown, but very rarely have I ever worried about her not being able to handle herself in an unfamiliar situation. She has always been a very adaptable person, making friends easily and adjusting her routine accordingly. Though Lauren loves to try new things, she also loves having routine and structure. Most of the time these things don’t go together but somehow she manages to mix them just right to fit her needs. Editing her routine to better fit her environment is just one of the many skills she has obtained from moving around so much. It will probably take Lauren a little while to settle in to the family’s routine and develop new habits. This might cause her to experience feelings of homesickness for some familiarity, but I am confident she won’t feel that way for long.

“I wish for the same aspect I’ve hoped for from the beginning. I wish for a life so fearless, so unpredictable, so full of unexpected joys and unforgettable love that no box could possibly contain all my memories. Such a life won’t be perfect. It’ll be something better, it will be my own paradise”. I’m going to share with you about my “Helene Tucker”. My symbol is my friend Taylor, which represents love, trust, and laughter “everything I want”.

True friends, who are they really? They will stand up for their friends and back them when no one else will. True friendship is a kind of closeness that won't fail, even if one were to move away, no matter what the distance.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

A friend had mentioned; there were two pups that would turn two-months and that they were ready to be removed from their mother’s feeding breast. One of the Pups had white with brown marks and the other one was plain black. Butterflies swirl in my stomach and I felt so anxious driving towards my friend’s house to pick up my new family member. When I arrive at my friend’s garage my heart was beating fast as I walked towards the mother and her puppies Cuddling in her mother’s palms with her eyes wide open. That pretty and adorable face, and of course admiring her white skin with two brown marks on her back and around the belly where unique.

I breathed deeply and began again. “If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, / Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch, / If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you . . .”