Amelia Adams
A Stroke In the Family
It was a great day, or what I like to call a lucky day. It’s so strange how a fantastic day can turn into a nightmare in a flash.
I was not a popular person in Wilson Elementary School, so having someone stay with me the whole day was a miracle. Lucky me, that’s what happened on this lucky day.
“Amelia.” All of a sudden a voice entered my day dreaming head. “Amelia!” I sat there trying to figure out what was going on. Then I understood it was my teacher, Mrs. Epstein. “Amelia, your Dad is here,” she told me with a bit of irritation in her voice. I stood up wondering where and why I was going. My whole class watched as I walked out towards my Dad. Did I have an orthodontist appointment? I wondered. At that moment I was standing in the hall, watching as my little brother Curler looked around nervously. “Why,” I asked my self. “Why would Cuyler come to my orthodontist appointment?” Something was wrong, I thought as shook with fear. Worry was creeping around me, making me want to fall into a deep sleep and forget my own existence. Every time it poked me in the back I felt an ice cold chill. When would it go away?
Mrs. Epstein stepped into the hallway and waked towards Dad. I was collecting my stuff when I over heard my Dad talking to Mrs. Epstein. ”What’s going on?” she asked. ”Amelia an Cuyler’s Mom has had a stroke,” my Dad answered. I stood there trying to take in what I had just heard. I was scared really scared; I’d seen commercials about stroke. I new it was Bad
Later I would learn that a stroke is when a clot blocks the blood flow to the brain or heart. Then, boom, the blood vessel explodes. It’s a bad sickness. At that moment sad and afraid entered my head. They don’t go any where without each other, so now they were both interrogating me, I was their victim.
After four months of transient living, my family reunited. The changes were dramatic. My Mom was bald, holidays were spent in hospitals, and I took on a role that no third grader should have. I had to deal with it. My Mom needed help and I was the one to help her. This was my new responsibility; my Moms stroke would follow me for the rest of my life
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Amelia,
ReplyDeleteYour description of that moment when you didn't know what was going on was powerful, Amelia. "Worry was creeping around me..." creates a very strong picture in my mind about how that day must have seemed so out of your own control. I agree that no 3rd grader should have to deal with these kinds of things. You're a strong young girl, Amelia. Keep writing!
Ms. Swiggum
oh my gosh this is a very powerful matter to write about , you are a strong writer , and when i heard about your mom i knew it was bad to =)
ReplyDelete~kinzel
*Your personification of fear was so true! When you are worrying all you want to do is sleep or cry! Worry is cold. :(
ReplyDelete*I have a connection to both my grandma AND grandpa. They both have cancer. I really hope your mom is O.K.
*You had incredible character's response and character's thoughts and feelings. They fit in so well.
Anna B.
Amelia that was such a sad story. I really liked how who described worry and how you told how having your mom get a stroke changed your life, it made me want to cry!
ReplyDeleteI have a connection to when my mom got cancer, I felt the same kind of worry.
When my mom got cancer it also changed my life-Paul Gudemann
Amelia!
ReplyDeleteI really thought your story was a great piece of writing! And it was very sad!!! I could visulyze how you were feeling, but i don't know if i could handlethat!It was very clever how you said that your teachers voice entered your daydreamming head! I also feel like I was there watching and I too felt suspence like you did in your writing!
Taylor