D is for department store
Throughout my life I have received numerous gifts, whether it was for my birthday, Diwali or any other brown occasion you can think of. I have also given several gifts to many people, but while buying the gift I feel a sort restriction that has been placed on me, the restriction is money. Money is a big part of gifts and at times you don’t have a limitless bank account, but if this restriction were lifted these are 3 presents I would buy for others.
1. The first gift is for my mom, as she’s done so much for me and I cannot thank her enough. But if I had a chance to buy her or give her anything. It would be to keep her smiling forever and I’d buy her a diamond ring. My mom, for as long as I can think of, has always wanted a diamond ring, but never really wanted to spend thousands of dollars getting it because she is a mom and spending a large sum of money on herself is considered as a sin, but when it’s done for us children, it’s completely fine. But in all honesty, this ring would never make up for all the things that she has done for me, she gave up her entire life to make mine. This woman deserves every joy in the world and hopefully, in the future, I can help more joy come into her life.
2. The second gift is someone for whom I have not met and this would be my future baby. I would buy my future baby all the clothes in the world. I love babies, they are like little dolls that you can dress up and play with but the difference is this doll will grow up learning what you have taught it and then carry your teachings to its children and it will continue going down into your great great great great great great grandchildren. The reason that I would choose to buy clothes for my baby would be because that is what I had grown up with, with numerous amount of clothes and outfits. I feel that these clothes then become memories that you would be able to reminisce in as you get older.
3.The third gift is a gift for me and honestly, the one thing that I would love in life would be more makeup. I know this is a little bizarre because I can get anything in the world, but that is what I choose. Makeup is what makes me happy. It provides with a sense of peace and confidence. Makeup by no means defines me, or the person I am but the confidence it brings me is amazing. A black line on top of my eyelid makes me feel gorgeous, so why not indulge in the thing that provides me with this much joy.
W is waiting room
When placed in a waiting room you are either ecstatic, scared, or waiting for bad news. So I decided to go with a rather upsetting fiction story for this one about a young girl who loses her best friend. I chose not to give the characters names to allow the reader to feel a deeper connection with the characters.
I had never been to a hospital before this day, I never realized that each minute that passes felt like an hour and each hour that passed felt like a year. But what I did know what that my best friend was lying on the table with her chest cut open fighting a battle which I pray she wins because she was not the one who had started this fight; a drunk man had. We went out after our lectures to go grab a bite because she was going to die of hunger, but I never knew those words would soon become her reality. That her death was lingering at the corner of the restaurant that we had been to a million, ordering the same thing, a chicken burger with sweet potato fries and garlic aioli. We walked out with leftovers in our hand and garlic breath. We go to cross the street, but I left my phone inside, I let go of her hand go and run inside and as I come out a crowd of people surround the very place I left her. I push my way through, what seemed to be a million people and there she is lying on the ground gasping for breath and calling me over. I run as fast as I could and grab her hand, it was as cold as ice. I put her hand on my chest and I told her not worry because things would be fine. As she took her last breath, she told me she loved me. I let out a hollering cry as she closed her eyes. From there what happened, you ask? I’m not sure, as I became unaware of my surroundings, unable to hear and speak. I now sit in this waiting room chair wishing that I asked her to come inside with me, wishing that I told her to come to my house and eat pizza and ice cream, wishing that I was the one who had gotten hit, wishing and recreating all these terrible things in my mind gave me joy and satisfaction. The doctor approached me and asked me if her parent were here, I nodded and proceeded to ask if she was okay, he said he wasn’t allowed to tell me as I wasn’t family, but he didn’t know. I sank back into the chair wishing the earth would open up and engulf me. Her parents came up to me and asked me what happened, her mom’s words told me that it was going to be okay but her eyes told another story. The doctor came up to us and told us that the injuries sustained were far too extensive and they had done everything in their power to save her, but despite their best efforts, she did not make it and she died of punctured lung, fractured spine, and a brain bleed. I did not cry as I felt no emotions. I did not cry because I was the murderer.
X is for x-ray
A little girl dressed in pink, sitting there with tears streaming down her face, nose running, and elbows bleeding. It seems to have been broken, which is why she is at the emergency. She sits there with her mother waiting to see a doctor. “What is her story?” I wonder. I will never be too sure, but this is what I have made up.
She sat there wondering what she would do on this beautiful sunny day. She decided that she wanted to dress up as a Pink Power Ranger. Her mission was to save the little puppy trapped in the cage, but the only obstacle standing in her way that she was the lava filled floor. So how would she save this poor puppy from its terrible death. A meticulous plan had been made by her and sidekick, Mr. Chubbs, now it was time to execute the scheme. She got up on the ledge of Mount Couch Everest and took a leap of faith on to the other mountain, unable to stay balanced she threw Mr. Chubbs into the lava and said her goodbyes and that she would be back for him. Just one more large jump and she would almost be there. Nothing could stop her now–or that is what she thought. Out came the super villain, Max. He had blonde hair, green skin, ferocious teeth and was enormous. He pulled her down into his home of lava, knowing she would not survive. He kept pulling and pulling until she fell and went through the glass table hitting her elbow on the metal leg. She had been defeated, her puppy died and so did Mr. Chubbs. It was all over. She needed help, she called her super parents over and they vowed to disown the super-villain, Max.