WitnessingA Story by Jorge Ramosat 2:30 I am at where i want to be. I have straight A's, my I have the most Amazing Girlfriend. and I have great friends. I hope mom comes home soon. I want to show her My report Card!
at 3:00 pm i got off the bus. it was an amazing day. the brilliant blue sky blended in with the witness of the fluffy clouds. the blue jays sang their regular tune. other than getting my report card today, it was my moms birthday! I couldn't wait for her to see the surprise i had for her.
At 3:30 I got home and put my stuff in my room and headed straight for the oven, ready to bake my mother a delicious cake. i could just imagine the aroma of the vanilla bread covered in sweet sugary icing. i couldn't wait.
at 4:50 my cake was in the oven. i cleaned the house to make sure that my mom got home with out a thing to do. i love my mother very much, and i couldn't wait to show her the surprise i made for her. 6:00. wow. it getting kinda late. mom still isn't home? maybe its the traffic. it doesn't matter I"m sure shes fine. ill take out her present now, that way shes surprised by the box on her way in! I ran for my room, and pulled a large cardboard box covered in wrapping paper. i ran back to the living room and placed the box on the coffee table.
7:00 its dark. now I'm worried. what happened? the cake is cold! i better give her a call. "you have reached the voice mail box of Sharon Walker please leave a message after the tone" what could be the problem i asked myself. I stood up and started to pace.
7:46 I reach for the phone and am about to call the police, when it rings. -Hello? -Yes, is may i speak with Michael Walker? - yea, this is him -I have horibble news for you. - wha-
At 7:51 my heart stops. i cannot breath i cannot see i cannot hear i cannot touch. that is because my Mother can not breath hear or touch. because she died in a car accident that day. a drunk driver hit her, she was killed instantly.
That is when my whole world was destroyed. © 2010 Jorge Ramos |
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Added on August 31, 2008 Last Updated on September 30, 2010 AuthorJorge RamosStuart, FLAboutAs you live, you learn from your mistakes, you grow from what you've learned. I think that everything that I do, all the things that influence me, like music family friends, made me what I am today. l.. more..Writing
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