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Here is a good expository essay.

In this essay writer Dawn Wielenga informs readers about a world health problem: childhood malnutrition. The writer provides enough facts and details to help readers appreciate the seriousness of the situation.

No Escape for Malnourished Children

Hunger and malnutrition are tremendous problems in our world today. According to the magazine Population Reports, about 18 million people, mostly children, die each year from starvation, malnutrition, and related causes. This magazine also states that nearly 200 million children under ae five – 40 per cent of all children this age – lack sufficient nutrition to develop fully (79-80). Tragically, children suffering from malnutrition have little chance of living long, producing lives. (The opening paragraph leads up to the thesis statement - boldfaced).

Malnutrition can lead to death, but long before that happens, poorly nourished children suffer from a number of physical problems. Extreme weight loss, stunted growth, and frequent infections are just a few of the physical problems resulting from poor nutrition. Because the immune system often begins to shut down in malnourished children, they are also very susceptible to life-threatening diseases such as tuberculosis, measles, and diarrhea. According to Dr. Hiroshi Nakajima, Director-General of the

World health Organization, ―Much of the sickness and death attributed to major communicable diseases is, in fact, cause by malnutrition‖ (An authority on the subject is

quoted).

One form of malnutrition is called marasmus and occurs when children are weaned too soon and receive few nutrients. Children with marasmus are extremely underweight, lack any body fat or defined muscles, and appear almost puppet-like – with large heads, small bodies, and thin arms and legs.

Their skin sags, and their faces wrinkle. To compound the problem, their body organs decrease in size, their intestines begin to fail, and their pulse rate slows down. Simply put, marasmus causes the child body to waste away (Specific details are added).

Another form of malnutrition is called kwashiorkor and occurs when children are weaned than normal and do not receive the necessary protein and nutrients. Children with this disease have badly swollen bellies that actually make them look somewhat healthy. However, their stomachs appear large because their abdominal muscles are loose and weak. Their skin is often pale or red, and their hair becomes very thin. Eventually, children who suffer from this form of malnutrition simply stop growing.

In terms of their mental development, children lacking proper food become sleepy, dull, and withdrawn. As a result, their ability to learn decreases. Because these children have no energy, it‘s difficult for them to even learn how to walk and talk. According to The Public Health News and Notes, iron and iodine deficiencies in children often impair

their intellectual development. Even a small deficiency in iodine can reduce a child‘s

development by as much as 10 per cent. Studies have shown that poor nutrition in early childhood can continue to hinder development well into adulthood. (The writer demonstrates a clear understanding of the subject).

Malnutrition is a serious problem for people of all ages, but it takes its greatest toll on innocent children. And the problem is not likely to go away soon. New methods of farming, food distribution, and health care will be needed before a significant number of children can be helped. Those changes are just now beginning to take place. (The closing paragraph summarizes the essay and comments on the future).

2) Narrative essay

1. Choose a story that illustrates some topic or theme. Generally, narrative essays involve two main components: a story and some analysis of that story. A narrative essay may be "about" a particular issue, theme, or concept, but it uses a personal story to illustrate that idea.

 Most of the time, narrative essays will involve no outside research or references. Instead,

you'll be using your personal story to provide the evidence of some point that you're trying to

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make.

 Narrative essays are a common school assignment used to test your creative story-telling

skills, as well as your ability to connect some element of your personal life to a topic you might be discussing in class.

2. Make sure your story fits the prompt. Often, narrative essays are school assignments and they're written based on a prompt you'll receive from your teacher. Even if you've got a crazy story about the time you escaped from a deserted island on a hot air balloon, read the prompt closely to make sure your story fits the assignment. Common topics for narrative essays include but are not limited to a description of some moment that:

 You experienced adversity and had to overcome  You failed and had to deal with the consequences of that failure  Your personality or character was transformed  You experienced discrimination or experienced privilege

3.Choose a story with a manageable plot. Good narrative essays tell specific stories with very vibrant and luminous details. You're not writing a novel, so the story needs to be fairly contained and concise. Try to limit it as much as possible in terms of other characters, setting, and plot. A specific family vacation or weekend with a friend? A disaster holiday, or night out during high school? Perfect.

 Bad narrative essays are generally too broad. "My senior year of high school" or "This

summer" are examples of stories that would be far too big to tell in the amount of specific detail that a good narrative essay requires. Pick a single event from the summer, or a single week of your senior year, not something that takes months to unfold.

 It's also good to limit the number of characters you introduce. Only include other

characters who are absolutely essential. Every single friend from your fifth grade class will be too many names to keep track of. Pick one.

4.Choose a story with vibrant details. Good narrative essays are full of specific details, particular images and language that helps make the story come alive for the reader. The sights and smells in your story should all be discussed in particular details. When you're thinking of stories that might make for good essays, it's important to think of some that are rich in these kinds of details.

 Let your imagination fill in the gaps. When you're describing your grandmother's house

and a specific weekend you remember spending there, it's not important to remember exactly what was cooked for dinner on Friday night, unless that's an important part of the story. What did your grandmother typically cook? What did it usually smell like? Those are the details we need.

 Typically, narrative essays are "non-fiction," which means that you can't just make up a

story. It needs to have really happened. Force yourself to stay as true as possible to the straight story.

5.Write a draft

Outline the plot before you begin. Where does your story start? Where does it end?

Writing up a quick list of the major plot points in the story is a good way of making sure you hit all the high points. Every story needs a beginning, a middle, and an end.

 It helps to limit things as much as possible. While it might seem like we need to know a

bunch of specific details from your senior year, Try to think of a particularly tumultuous day from that year and tell us that story. Where does that story start? Not the first day of school that year. Find a better starting point.

 If you want to tell the story of your prom night, does it start when you get dressed?

Maybe. Does it start when you spill spaghetti sauce all down your dress before the dance? While that might seem like the climax of a story you want to tell, it might make a better starting place. Go straight to the drama.

 You don't need to write up a formal outline for a narrative essay unless it's part of the

assignment or it really helps you write. Listing the major scenes that need to be a part of the story will help you get organized and find a good place to start.

Use a consistent point of view. Generally, narrative essays will be written in first person, making use of "I" statements, which is a little unusual compared to other assignments you'll be given in school. Whether you're giving us scenes with dialog, or discussing what happened in past-tense, it's perfectly fine to use first person in a narrative essay.

 Don't switch perspectives throughout the story. This is a difficult and advanced technique

to Try to pull off, and it usually has the effect of being too complicated. There should only be one "I" in the story.

 In general, narrative essays (and short stories for that matter) should also be told in past

tense. So, you would write "Johnny and I walked to the store every Thursday" not "Johnny and I are walking to the store, like we do every Thursday."

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Describe the important characters. Who else is important to the story, other than yourself? Who else was present when the story took place. Who affected the outcome of the story? What specific, particular details can you remember about the people in the story? Use these to help build the characters into real people.

 Particular details are specific and only particular to the character being described. While

it may be specific to say that your friend has brown hair, green eyes, is 5 feet tall with an athletic build, these things don't tell us much about the character. The fact that he only wears silk dragon shirts? Now that gives us something interesting.

 Try writing up a brief sketch of each principal character in your narrative essay, along

with the specific details you remember about them. Pick a few essentials.

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Find the antagonist. Good narratives often have a protagonist and an antagonist. The protagonist is usually the main character (in most narrative essays, that'll be you) who is struggling with something. It might be a situation, a condition, or a force, but whatever the case, a protagonist wants something and the reader roots for them. The antagonist is the thing or person who keeps the protagonist from getting what they want.

 Who or what is the antagonist in your story? To answer this question, you also need to

find out what the protagonist wants. What is the goal? What's the best case scenario for the protagonist? What stands in the protagonist's way?

 The antagonist isn't "the bad guy" of the story, necessarily, and not every story has a clear

antagonist. Also keep in mind that for some good personal narratives, you might be the antagonist yourself.

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Describe the setting. Just as important to a good story as the characters and the plot is the setting. Where does the story take place? At home? Outside? In the city or the country? Describe the location that the story takes place and let the setting become part of your story.

 Do a freewrite about the location that your story takes place. What do you know about

the place? What can you remember? What can you find out?

 If you do any research for your narrative essay, it will probably be here. Try to find out

extra details about the setting of your story, or double-check your memory to make sure it's right.

Use vivid details. Good writing is in the details. Even the most boring office environment or the most dull town can be made compelling with the right kinds of details in the writing. Remember to use particulars–unique details that don't describe anything else but the specific thing you're writing about, and let these vivid details drive the story.

 A popular creative writing phrase tells writers to "show" not to "tell." What this means is

that you should give us details whenever possible, rather than telling us facts. You might tell us something like, "My dad was always sad that year," but if you wrote "Dad never spoke when he got home from work. We heard his truck, then heard as he laid his battered hardhat on the kitchen table. Then we heard him sigh deeply and take off his work clothes, which were stained with grease."

6.Revise your essay

Make sure your theme is clearly illustrated in the story.

After you've written your rough draft, read back over it with an eye for your theme. Whatever the purpose of your telling us the story that you're telling us needs to be made very clear. The last thing you want is for the reader to get to the end and say, "Good story, but who cares?" Answer the question before the reader gets the chance to ask.

 Get the theme into the very beginning of the essay. Just as a researched argument essay

needs to have a thesis statement somewhere in the first few paragraphs of the essay, a narrative essay needs a topic statement or a thesis statement to explain the main idea of the story.

 This isn't "ruining the surprise" of the story, this is foreshadowing the important themes

and details to notice over the course of the story as you tell it. A good writer doesn't need suspense in a narrative essay. The ending should seem inevitable.

Use scenes and summaries.

All narratives are made of two kinds of writing: scenes and summaries. Scenes happen when you need to slow down and tell specific details about an important moment of the story. Scenes are small moments that take a while to read. Summary is used to narrate the time between scenes. They are longer moments that you read over more quickly.

 Scene: "On our walk to the store, Jared and I stopped at the empty grass lot to talk.

'What's your problem lately?' he asked, his eyes welling with tears. I didn't know what to tell him. I fidgeted, kicked an empty paint bucket that was rusted over at the edge of the lot. 'Remember when we used to play baseball here?' I asked him."

 Summary: "We finished walking to the store and bought all the stuff for the big holiday

dinner. We got a turkey, cornbread, cranberries. The works. The store was crazy-packed with happy holiday shoppers, but we walked through them all, not saying a word to each other. It took forever to lug it all home."

Use and format dialogue correctly

. When you're writing a narrative essay, it's typically somewhere between a short story and

a regular essay that you might write for school. You'll have to be familiar with the conventions of formatting both types of writing, and since most narrative essays will involve some dialogue, you should make formatting that dialogue correctly a part of your revision process.

 Anything spoken by a character out loud needs to be included in quotation marks and

attributed to the character speaking it: "I've never been to Paris," said James.

 Each time a new character speaks, you need to make a new paragraph. If the same

character speaks, multiple instances of dialog can exist in the same paragraph.

Revision is the most important part of writing. Nobody, even the most experienced writers, get it right on the very first run through. Get a draft finished ahead of time and give yourself the chance to go back through your story carefully and see it again. How could it be improved?

 Revise for clarity first. Are your main points clear? If not, make them clear by including

more details or narration in the writing. Hammer home your points.

 Was the decision you made about the starting place of the story correct? Or, now that

you've written, might it be better to start the story later? Ask the tough questions.

 Proofreading is one part of revision, but it's a very minor part and it should be done last.

Checking punctuation and spelling is the last thing you should be worried about in your narrative essay.

Here is a good narrative essay

Granny

As I glanced past the lit Christmas tree in the window, I could see endless rain pouring

down and splashing into the large puddles that now filled the road outside my grandparents‘

home. I shivered slightly and turned back to watch my grandmother sharpening her pencils with a razor blade and unpacking her watercolor paints and paintbrushes from their special travel box. She was wearing a loose lambswool cardigan that covered the top of her long, gently patterned skirt. Her lightly permed white hair was combed carefully across her head. I moved from the sofa to stand closer to her armchair and watched her rearrange the flower bouquet that she was commissioned to paint for her neighbor. I could smell a mix of the familiar waft of her

Chanel N°5 perfume and the gentle but evident odor of her watercolors, but I couldn‘t pick out

any flowery smells. I looked at the painting, which was nearly complete, and saw her penciled

signature at the bottom. It read ―B.E. Cartwright‖ in beautiful printing. The ―B.E.‖ stood for

Barbara Eileen, although everyone called her Bobby.

I moved back over to where I had been sitting, in front of the lightweight set of drawers that I was using as a hospital-on-wheels for my stuffed animals and dolls. Before settling down to her painting, Granny had cleared out the drawers for me and helped me wrap my little animals in the dry washcloths that I used as bandages and slings. I cradled my teddy bear, who suffered from a broken leg, in my arms and sang it a lullaby. My dulcet tones clashed somewhat with the Christmas carols that Granny had playing on her little portable boom box. She looked

up from her painting, not to tell me to stop singing, but to ask how long I thought that Teddy‘s

recovery would take. I answered that he was looking a lot better and would be able to leave the hospital soon. After expressing her great relief at this news, she pushed her little painting table away from her armchair and went into the kitchen to refill her teacup.

―Would you like anything, Tasha?‖ she asked me.

―Hmm,‖ I thought for a moment. ―May I please have some chocolate milk?‖

She got out the Nesquik powder and milk, fresh from the milkman that morning, and began with great care to mix the powder with a fork into a little bit of milk. She always started it like this to ensure that the drink had no lumps of powder in it, and then added the rest of the milk to make it exactly as I liked it. She came back into the living room and put my drink on the coffee

table for me, watching kindly as I checked my dolly‘s temperature. I placed my doll back into the

blue, soft bed that Granny had made for him last summer and picked up my drink to sip whilst I watched Granny work.

As I watched, my mind drifted to think of my favorite of her paintings, one she had done as a study in preparation for a scene she was commissioned to paint. It was a picture of pigs in a farmyard, and the study was only half finished, so that the piglets in it were colored and the background was not. A few months before, I had seen it and told her I liked it, so she gave it to me, and it now hung on my wall at home.

I watched closely as Granny finished the subtle coloring of the flower petals and absentmindedly dipped her brush into her cup of tea and lifted her paint water to her mouth, realizing her mistake just before the murky liquid touched her lips. Granny laughed quietly and started to talk about the next trip that she and Papa, our grandpa, were planning to make to the Dales, their favorite part of the north of England. They went quite often with the art club to which Granny belonged, as it was such a beautiful area and had many picturesque scenes to paint. She could see that this was perhaps not the most interesting topic for a seven-year-old, so she turned the rather one-sided conversation to their next visit to see us in Germany. This grabbed my attention much more, and we began to talk excitedly about exactly what we would do when they came and which ones of her collection of teddy bears I wanted her to bring. I, of course, gave her a long list of English chips and chocolates that I hoped they might bring with them for us.

Just as I had listed all of the necessities I could think of, Papa, Mummy, Daddy, and my brother, Brian, and sister, Cece, came back from shopping, soaking wet and in need of a cup of tea or hot chocolate. Granny went to top up the pot while they hurried to change into some dry clothes. Meanwhile, I packed up my little hospital until another day.

Here is an example of writing a reflective narrative in steps.

Step 1. Prewriting.

Title: ―The Best Christmas Ever‖ or ―A Las Vegas Christmas‖ or ―The Surprise‖ or ―‖Family get together‖

Subject: It‘s about the most wonderful Christmas I ever had, and the last Christmas I spent

with my Mom.

Tension (lead/hook) : The lead is that

Theme: Don‘t take things for granted, and live life to the finest each day

Thesis: Life is full of wonderful moments

Step 2. Draft.

The outline:

1) The introduction :

I and my parents are taking preparations to go on a trip.

2) Describing my state.

I was so happy that I was ready to jump up and down in the car.

3) Tension

I could barely handle being in the car for so long

4) The culminating point

We are in Las Vegas and it‘s great

5) Describing Christmas events

- Touch (I could feel the softness of the bear)

- Sound (I could hear all of the chattering)

- Smell (I could smell my Granny‘s pie)

- Sight (I can see all the kids gathering around the Christmas tree)

!!! Similie (7), metaphor (0), alliteration (8), personification (0), oxymoron (0).

Step 3.

Making a scheme of vibrant details according to the draft

e.g. Taste: the saltiness of the butter balls sponging up your tongue, the sweetness of the chocolate as it melts in your mouth etc.

Step 4. Organization.

Topic sentence.

Supporting sentences: facts, reasons, examples.

Concluding sentence.

Christmas in Las Vegas

“Buckle up Meg, we’ve got a long trip ahead of us.” Said my Papa as I awaited the moment to come. I strongly wanted to get going. We were in my grandparent‘s car on our way

from my dad‘s house to Las Vegas to see my Aunt Roxanne, and Uncle Dale. My Grammy and Papa were in the front seats, and my mom and I were in the Back seat.

I was so happy to be setting right there next to my mom. I hadn‘t seen her since school

had started. I had a very warm feeling that I was going to have the best time of my life. Probably better than swim of the summer. I was so exited that I wanted so badly to jump up and down, but

I couldn‘t because I would‘ve hit my head on the roof of the car.

The car ride was so long that I thought I was going to die from being stuck in the car for so long. I could barely handle being good for so long. I just wanted to get loose and go

crazy. I decided that since I was board I should just fall asleep, and get out of everybody‘s hair. So while we were going through Arizona and some of Nevada, I fell asleep.

decided that after we had caught up with everybody thst I was going to go to sleep, and get rested for the next day.

It was two days before Christmas, and we were all anxious to go to the m&m factory.

There were so many different types of chocolate. I couldn‘t choose just one specific chocolate.

The aroma of the factory reminded me of the last Christmas when all of the family was together a few year before. The smell of the turkey that made my mouth water, or the smell of Papa‘s

butterballs. And noodles. Grammy‘s delicious delicious apple pie. Back to where we were. The

light display outside of the factory was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. So many lights. And decorations. It was as if I had drifted off into a wonderful dream. We had to go home early,

because my mom was feeling sick. So we went back to my aunt‘s house so she coulnd get some

rest for the next day.

It was December 23, 2005. The day before Christmas. My Aunt Rox. Had awaken every one up to get ready to go to her church and see a Christmas play. The play was about a modern family who was struggling with money. I was so moved when the little girl had told her mom and dad that she didn‘t need any presents to have a good Christmas. I almost cried. During the play they played hristmas Carolslike: Silent night, Jingle Bells, and The Three Kings. I was so happy that I began to sing a joyful tune. It made my mom wonder where all of that joy had gone when I went with my dad. She asked my if I was to spend Christmas with her. I said, ―It wouldn‘t be

Christmas without you mom. I am very happy to be with you. I live you‖ When I told her that she

had one single tear roll down her cheek. Soon the play was over and we went back to the house to just visit with the family. I was so tired that I took a little nap before we went to the mall to

make stuffed animals.

It was about 3:00 p.m. and my mom was ready to go to the mall. We went there and it was just like being home in Arizona. I immediately wanted to go and make the stuffed animals. My cousin Ashlee, and my mom had made the same bear. It was brown fuzzy bear that was dressed like an angel. My mom said the angel that she made would go to Ashlee. She said that it would protect her when she needed to be protected, and company when she needed someone to talk to. I was so happy for my mom. My aunt wanted to make a stuffed animal too. So I chose to make a frog named George. He is a yellow belt in Tae Kwon Do. I had a lot of fun making him. Soon my mom wanted to go back because she wanted to go to sleep so she could wake up bright and early to get into Christmas spirit. So we all said our goodnights and went to bed.

Finally the day that I had been waiting for. It was Christmas Eve! Unlike most families who open all of the there presents on Christmas morning on December 25, we open ours on Christmas night. All of my cousins were so eager to open our presents that Aunt Rox let us open one to tie us over until later that night. I had fun waiting for the time to come. After breakfast T went to take a bath. After I got out and got ready for the day my mom had asked to do my hair just like old times. I was so happy that I went and got my brush. She asked me if I wanted in my hair and I told her to do my hair however she wanted it. She braided my hair and put a Christmas ribbon in it for the holiday spirit. It was so fun. After my mom had finished she

wanted me to play with her hair so she could fall asleep and get more rest so she could have fun while we opened presents.

It was dark about 6:00 p.m. All the kids had gathered around the Christmas tree. And they were excited to opn their presents. It was like a petting zoo where if you give a lamb a piece of food then it‘ll keep coming back. Well if you kept giving us the presents we would keep coming back for more. I had received the most precious present of all time. It was a cross necklace that I never take off. My mom had given it to me. She told me to never take it off, because it would

protect me as long as I wore it. We grabbed on to each other and cried on each other‘s shoulders

saying that those were the best presents.

A couple days later my mom, my grandparents, and I were getting ready to leave. We all said our goodbyes, well they weren‘t technically goodbyes pretty much ―See you later‖ I had

a hard time saying later to my aunt. I hadn‘t seen her for about 4 years before that. As Papa had

put the last of our luggage into the trunk of the car we went off. I knew for sure that we had a long ride ahead of us. So I decided to sleep.

When we finally got back to Wyoming some unusual weather had been going on.

Instead of snowing during the winter it was raing when we entered Evanston, until we entered Rock Springs. My mom wanted to stay with me one day just to hold me one last time before she

had to go. I didn‘t want to let go but I had to for both of us. Through out this entire journey with

my mom I learned that no matter what I should never take advantage of what I have. I also learned that you should always live your life to the fullest each day, because tomorrow might not come.

Step 5. Correcting mistakes(__). Adding details

Christmas in Las Vegas

―Buckle up Meg, we‘ve got a long trip ahead of us.‖ Said my Papa as I awaited the moment to come. I strongly wanted to get going. We were in my grandparent‘s car on our way from my dad‘s house to Las Vegas to see my Aunt Roxanne, and Uncle Dale. My Grammy and

Papa were in the front seats, and my mom and I were in the Back seat.

I was so happy to be setting right there next to my mom. I hadn‘t seen her since school had started. I had a very warm feeling that I was going to have the best time of my life. Probably better than swim of the summer. I was so exited that I wanted so badly to jump up and down, but

I couldn‘t because I would‘ve hit my fourteen-year-old head on the roof of the car. Despite my excitement I knew that this might be the Christmas to spend with my mom. She had been recently diagnosed with Breast Cancer and my heart didn‘t want to believe it.

The car ride was so long that I thought I was going to die from being stuck in the car for so long. I could barely handle being good for so long. I just wanted to get loose and go crazy. I decided that since I was board I should just fall asleep, and get out of everybody‘s hair. So while we were going through Arizona and some of Nevada, I fell asleep.

Finally the moment had arrived. We were in Las Vegas! It was the best feeling of my life. I was so excited that I couldn‘t calm down it was as if I had been hyped up on sugar for day. My cousin Kord, and Ashlee and I exchanged hugs, and caught up with each other. (It was as if we had seen each other the day before.) It was the best feeling in my entire life. From the long trip I decided that after we had caught up with everybody that I was going to go to sleep, and get rested for the next day. Once I hit the air mattress in the living room I was out like a candle being blown out by a gust of wind.

It was two days before Christmas, and we were all anxious to go to the m&m factory. There were so many different types of chocolate. There was White Chocolate, Dark Chocolate

that seemed that you were looking into the midnight sky, there was rich creamy milk chocolate that melted the minute it hit your tongue. You name a type of chocolate it was probably there. I

couldn‘t choose just one specific chocolate. The aroma of the factory reminded me of the last

Christmas when all of the family was together a few year before. Mom was walking then, but not now. My mom had been complaining that her legs were hurting, so we had to push her in a wheelchair. It was a bittersweet moment for the entire family. We were all having a grand time

yet my mom couldn‘t walk and do things for herself. The smell of the turkey that made my mouth

water, or the smell of Papa‘s butterballs. And noodles. Grammy‘s delicious delicious apple pie.

Back to where we were. The light display outside of the factory was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. So many lights. And decorations. It was as if I had drifted off into a wonderful

dream. We had to go home early, because my mom was feeling sick. So we went back to my aunt‘s house so she coulnd get some rest for the next day.

It was December 23, 2005. The day before Christmas. My Aunt Rox. Had awaken every one up to get ready to go to her church and see a Christmas play. The play was about a modern family who was struggling with money. I was so moved when the little girl had told her mom and dad that she didn‘t need any presents to have a good Christmas. I almost cried. During the play they played Christmas Carols like: Silent night, Jingle Bells, and The Three Kings. I was so happy that I began to sing a joyful tune. It made my mom wonder where all of that joy had gone when I went with my dad. She asked me if I was to spend Christmas with her. I said, ―It

wouldn‘t be Christmas without you mom. I am very happy to be with you. I live you‖ When I

told her that she had one single tear roll down her cheek. Soon the play was over and we went back to the house to just visit with the family. I was so tired that I took a little nap before we went to the mall to make stuffed animals.

Finally the day that I had been waiting for. It was Christmas Eve! Unlike most families who open all of there presents on Christmas morning on December 25, we open ours on Christmas night. All of my cousins were so eager to open our presents that Aunt Rox let us open one to tie us over until later that night. I had fun waiting for the time to come. After breakfast T went to take a bath. After I got out and got ready for the day my mom had asked to do my hair just like old times. I was so happy that I went and got my brush. She asked me if I wanted in my hair and I told her to do my hair however she wanted it. She braided my hair and put a Christmas ribbon in it for the holiday spirit. It was so fun. After my mom had finished she wanted me to play with her hair so she could fall asleep and get more rest so she could have fun while we opened presents.

It was dark about 6:00 p.m. All the kids had gathered around the Christmas tree. And they were excited to open their presents. It was like a petting zoo where if you give a lamb a piece of food then it‘ll keep coming back. Well if you kept giving us the presents we would keep coming back for more. I had received the most precious present of all time. It was a cross necklace that I never take off. My mom had given it to me. She told me to never take it off, because it would

protect me as long as I wore it. We grabbed on to each other and cried on each other‘s shoulders

saying that those were the best presents.

A couple days later my mom, my grandparents, and I were getting ready to leave. We all said our goodbyes, well they weren‘t technically goodbyes pretty much ―See you later‖ I had a

hard time saying later to my aunt. I hadn‘t seen her for about 4 years before that. As Papa had

put the last of our luggage into the trunk of the car we went off. I knew for sure that we had a long ride ahead of us. So I decided to sleep.

When we finally got back to Wyoming some unusual weather had been going on. Instead of snowing during the winter it was raining when we entered Evanston, until we entered Rock Springs. My mom wanted to stay with me one day just to hold me one last time before she had to go. I didn‘t want to let go but I had to for both of us. Throughout this entire journey with my mom I learned that no matter what I should never take advantage of what I have. I also learned that you should always live your life to the fullest each day, because tomorrow might not come.

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