I skip down the busy streets of the city. I see trains rumbling by and people flustered with all the shopping they have. My life is great. I have a family, a home and well, happiness. I am always happy never sad it’s probably because my parents love me. Every Sunday my parents and I go to the beach. I like it but I don’t love it because my mum is over protective. She plasters heaps of sunscreen and arm floaties on me. It feels like I am an overloaded safety kit that smells, but she is my mum so I love her.
I went for a walk down to the park where I sit on this old, creaky bench. I look up at the blossomed trees. The smell of the flowers overwhelms me. I walked back home to my loving family but the door was left wide open.
I walked slowly to the entrance just in case there was someone in there. As I placed my left foot into the house everything was placed normally and nothing was different except the door being open. I walk up the wooden stairs gripping tightly to the rail.
I place my foot on the soft fluffy carpet. I tip toe to my parent’s bedroom first. As I slowly push the white wooden door. I look in horror and could not believe what I was seeing.
It was my mother she was lying in her bed. She looked pale, tired, droopy and frail. I walked over to my father. I asked “Dad what is wrong with mum”. There was a pause. “Well, darling mum is diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease”. He explained. “What is Parkinson’s disease dad?” I asked.
“Well, darling it is when your body slowly slows down”. He replied.
“Why, what will happen”. I questioned.
“I don’t know we will just have to wait and see”. He stated.
I turned around towards my mum. Emotions run through me. It felt different like when you try a different food. I walk over to her and sit next to her. She squeezes my hand tight and says “It will be alright my little cuddly bear”.
Months pass by and every month it gets worse. The first month she couldn’t speak and still I tried to communicate with her. I had never found it this hard to talk to my mother before and I usually have heaps to tell her but since I heard the news I am speechless. The only thing she says to me is “It will be alright my little cuddly bear”.
In the second month she couldn’t feel anything in her fingers. She couldn’t feel the warmth of my skin. Every month that we are getting more and more separated from her. In the third month was when she was in a wheelchair. You could see by her face she was ready to let go but she didn’t want dad and I to be shattered into a million pieces.
The last and final month I didn’t want to leave her side. I looked at her face and I thought that I would tell her that it is alright and leave the pain behind. I go over and sit by her side. “Mum if the pain is too much it is ok, Dad and I will be alright. I just want you to be happy”. I whispered. I take her hand as she slowly smiles at me one last time before she shut her eyes.
I go for my weekly walk down to the park and see the trees that have blossomed. As I walk my head starts to hurt and makes me dizzy. I want to go so I keep on walking. As I walk along it gets worse and worse and my head starts pounding. I thought that I should go home and get a doctor in to see me. While I walk by I splash some water on my face and it starts to get better. At home the doctor asked how did it feel before when it was really bad. I replied by saying “My head really ached”.
- Monuments around the world lit up in blue,red and white the colours of the French flag.
- There have been attacks in Paris.
- The attacks in Paris have made people anxious
- Monuments around the world lit up in blue,red and white the colours of the French flag because there have been attacks.
- The attacks in Paris have made kids anxious because there have been heaps of people dead.
When will it stop?
I went for a drive down to the country and on my way I saw this enormous llama. It was freaky but it was cool at the same time. It was like a real one and it was going to attack me with it big head or hooves. I pull over and go up to it. I try to touch it but I am to small. I decide to climb it to see if there is a view of the city. I climb up the statue and then when I got to the top the view I saw was amazing.
Good evening Parents, Teachers and fallow graduates. It has been a long 7 years of our time and journey at MPPS. We have had a lot of memories that started in Prep when we first met all the way up to where we are today at the top of the school.
We all can admit for some of us our first day of school was very nerve racking but as the days went on it turned out to be not as bad. In the first 3 years of school every ones favourite day would have been Friday because of Friday Fun.
3/4 was when it started to get a bit more serious when we started to do projects and a bit of homework. 5/6 was when everything changed when you started roles and running things. For example the house captains running the sporting events and us all running SEPEP.
As we leave our journey will not end it will continue even though we might not see those familiar faces. We will start our 8th chapter starting high school. As Lao Tzu said “The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step”.
As I walk through the fields of red poppies I look up to the sky and think of how lucky I am that there is no war in my own country. The poppies are red and so pretty. I stand and just look as I remember what has happened at the is place. I was at Galipolli in Turkey. I stand here for 1 minute silence while I listen to the bugal play the song. While I am here there are thousands of people here just like me thinking,listening and remembering those who fought because it was Anzac Day.
As I walk through the bush the trail I am on ends. I decide to go left. I walked down slowly until I see this bone. At first I thought it was for a dog but when I started digging it turned out to be a human skeleton. I ran for my life while screaming my head of. I ran to the entrance of the bush but I never knew why it was there until my mum rang me and told me there was a dead body missing. I dropped the phone and started panicking because I had seen the missing body.
On Friday the 13th. I was standing on 13th st at midnight. I roam the streets full of emptiness until a hear a cry of fear. It was unusual I never heard it before. I follow the sound from the direction of my ears until I came to a sudden stop. It was a little girl sitting on a cold hard step. I stand for a few minutes to just watch before I go over. While stand there a whole lot of emotions rush into me. I went to go help her. I sit down next to her and try to communicate with her but nothing she just wouldn’t stop crying.