Introduction
This is an in class journal that I wrote in my English class. The assignment was to write about a good memory that I had from my childhood from a child’s perspective. I decided to write about seeing my little brother for the first time. This has always been a vived memory that I had as a child.
Ruth Jones
Megan Shepherd
English Composition I
October 12, 2010
Jonah
My dad had been gone for several weeks and I missed him a lot. He and my mom had flown to Vietnam to adopt my little brother, Jonah. My mom had returned early to take care of my siblings and me, but my dad was still out of the country. Today was an exciting day because he was coming home with my new brother! I put on my new flower print dress that my mom had bought for the occasion. My hair was pulled back with a white bow and I could not wait to go to the airport.
We arrived at the Cincinnati airport and my sister’s and I tried to entertain our other little brothers while our mom checked our dad’s flight on the big TVs. Every time she came back from checking them, she seemed disappointed, but I was excited about being at the airport. We played with our brothers, and walked around, and played with our brothers some more. Finally, after being there most of the day I was worn out. I was tired and I wanted to see my dad but I wanted to have dinner and go home. My two year old twin brothers had missed their naps, so they started throwing fits. They cried and then it seemed like everyone who passed by stared at us. I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, but I clung to the hope of seeing my dad. Eventually my dad’s flight from Chicago was canceled so there was no point in staying at the airport. With whiny, tired brothers we climbed into the car and started the drive home.
Before we went to bed our mom told us that our dad was driving back from Chicago, so we could see him in the morning. With that promise, I sprung out of bed early the next morning. I climbed up the stairs and saw my dad in the hallway. I ran over and gave him a big hug; I was so glad that he was home where it is safe. I wanted to see my baby brother, Jonah, so I tiptoed into my parent’s room and looked through the spindles of his crib. There was Jonah, sleeping soundly. His little body gently rose and fell with his breathing. He came half way around the world on airplane to become my little brother. It did not matter any more that I had spent a long day at the airport, I was so glad that he was home. It was one of the most special moments of my life looking at my little brother, our little miracle, who was finally home.
This is an in class journal that I wrote in my English class. The assignment was to write about a good memory that I had from my childhood from a child’s perspective. I decided to write about seeing my little brother for the first time. This has always been a vived memory that I had as a child.
Ruth Jones
Megan Shepherd
English Composition I
October 12, 2010
Jonah
My dad had been gone for several weeks and I missed him a lot. He and my mom had flown to Vietnam to adopt my little brother, Jonah. My mom had returned early to take care of my siblings and me, but my dad was still out of the country. Today was an exciting day because he was coming home with my new brother! I put on my new flower print dress that my mom had bought for the occasion. My hair was pulled back with a white bow and I could not wait to go to the airport.
We arrived at the Cincinnati airport and my sister’s and I tried to entertain our other little brothers while our mom checked our dad’s flight on the big TVs. Every time she came back from checking them, she seemed disappointed, but I was excited about being at the airport. We played with our brothers, and walked around, and played with our brothers some more. Finally, after being there most of the day I was worn out. I was tired and I wanted to see my dad but I wanted to have dinner and go home. My two year old twin brothers had missed their naps, so they started throwing fits. They cried and then it seemed like everyone who passed by stared at us. I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, but I clung to the hope of seeing my dad. Eventually my dad’s flight from Chicago was canceled so there was no point in staying at the airport. With whiny, tired brothers we climbed into the car and started the drive home.
Before we went to bed our mom told us that our dad was driving back from Chicago, so we could see him in the morning. With that promise, I sprung out of bed early the next morning. I climbed up the stairs and saw my dad in the hallway. I ran over and gave him a big hug; I was so glad that he was home where it is safe. I wanted to see my baby brother, Jonah, so I tiptoed into my parent’s room and looked through the spindles of his crib. There was Jonah, sleeping soundly. His little body gently rose and fell with his breathing. He came half way around the world on airplane to become my little brother. It did not matter any more that I had spent a long day at the airport, I was so glad that he was home. It was one of the most special moments of my life looking at my little brother, our little miracle, who was finally home.
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