Reflection Essay, about my 3 essays, i need it today night 12:00 am!!

Omar Alhallak

Dylan Travis

Composition 1

26 February, 2017

My Worst Day Ever

It all started when I was twelve years old, I was a kid that just got to know life, life for me was like cheese for a mouse, the happiest kid on earth, my parents were happy too, happy that their kid got to know life more. I and my mom would go on the roof every morning with a hot teapot and drink tea and watch the sunrise, the view was stunning. The red, yellow and blue sky mixed up altogether to get in that astonishing view. I can still feel the cold air that got in my nose while breathing. My mom was wearing a Syrian cultural dress; it was a white colored dress that mirrored the beautiful reflection of that was in the sky that day. I can still remember her red cheeks, and how the wind went moved her hair all over the place -she was like an angel, she is the most beautiful thing that god created on this earth. We used to talk about everything, she told me that having kids is the most beautiful thing in a humans’ lifetime, watching them growing, getting to know life more and more, and finally becoming an adult. I still remember that hot teapot, how hot it was for me to hold all the way to the roof, the slight burns on the palm of my hands, I could even remember the feeling of the cup in my hand.

I used to go to a school near my house, it was not big or fancy, but it taught me what I needed to know for a kid in my age, it had a lot of good teachers and I was able to make a lot of good friends. One of my teachers was very nice, I felt as if he was a father to me in school, it was like Star Wars when The Dark Lord said: “Luke, I am your father”. He was tall, and he wore circle glasses, he had this tie that he liked that he wore all the time, it was yellow with dotted red circles, it was short but not that short, his name was Mr. Garrison. My principal was a firm man, he used to walk around with a thick stick in his hands, he used to scare us by hitting the stick into his thigh, and it did a made a sharp and scary sound. I can still remember the voice of his footsteps in the hallway, it was like the voice that Zeus’ thunder strikes. My classroom wasn’t that big so it felt like everyone in there was family. It was like having 8 brothers and 2 sisters, we used to help each other and support each other. One of my classmate’s name was Brandy, and I think she had a crush on me. She had braces all over her teeth, and she used to wear a yellow dress on Mondays, so Mondays were my favorite days because she would look like the sun.

When I would finish school, my dad would pick me up and we would go to the park; it was an amazing park with a lot of green. He used to put me on the swing and push me so high, I can still feel the sand underneath me on the seat, I can still feel the air ramming on my face. After dad would finish swinging me, we used to set on the bench and talked while watching the sunset, I can still feel my dad’s beard touching my head, his sparkly eyes reflecting his pure soul, and how the green leafs was red and orange because of that amazing phenomena.

We went back home after the sunset, my mom was cooking for us my favorite dish of all, it is called Kasbah. We go in we change our clothes, and we go down and sit on the table, I notice that mom had made us more than she told us, we had salad, soup and some desserts to finish off the meal. I could still remember the smell of the Kansas, the rice was steamy and it looked so good that I just wanted to dig in. after praying and just before we were going to start eating, my dad phone rang and he looked at it and it was from his sister. He picked up his phone and answered it, he started nodding his head and humming as if something wasn’t right. He closed the phone and the look on his face changed 180 degrees, it was pale as a dead person, his eyes were watery and he just did not say a word. My mom goes “is everything okay honey?” and dad just can’t hold it anymore, he starts crying like a baby, and I just did not know what was happening or what to say. His tears were sliding down his face and every tear that drops would make my heart bleed in pain. I do not know what got into me but I just froze, I have never seen my dad cry or tear before, so I knew it would be something really serious. Dad screams “Your grandma just died”. I do not know what got into me but my heart felt so heavy that my tears started to slide down, tear after tear, I started crying, and my mom came over and hugged my father saying that everything will be okay, I just did not know what to say so all I was doing was crying. My body temperature was going up, and at some point, I think I went unconscious. My memory of that moment is and remains foggy. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and save my grandmother, and never get to watch my dad like that, fearful, unhappy, angry, sad, guilty, it was like when Achilles got to know the death of his best friend in Troy.

After what happened at that night, I really could not just stay useless, watching my parents crying, I can still listen to my dad weeping, and my mum calming him down, she was wearing the same white dress she wore with me on the roof watching the sunrise, that dress was covered with tears from my dad’s eyes and face, at that moment I was staring at my dad speechless, I can still remember his tears. The day was amazing until the death of my grandmother. Finally, my dad got to throw with what happened, and we continued our life happily ever after, but until now that day is the worst day of my childhood.