4/20/2017 1 Comment hiraeth draft 2Nana’s Rose house
Hiraeth is a longing for a home to which you cannot return or a home which maybe never was. My hiraeth is about the first time I visit my granny rose after two and the half years at Trenton New Jersey. It was a hot summer afternoon, I think I was about six or seven years old when I found out I was going to see Nana rose. My Nana rose is not the average grandmother because she will curse at you and beat your behind if she has to. Meanwhile the car ride to Nana house was long and boring because we have to hear uncle Ben annoying self tell his boring stories. I can remember nana sitting in her bright yellow chair ready to do my hair. A few hours later we pull up to this big beautiful white and green house, with garden of red roses everywhere, also we notice the drive way was packed with cars of our family members. As soon as uncle Ben parked the car I anxiously got out of the care and proceed to porch to ring the door bell and I jumping up and down with excitement. Within a few minutes, I see a head pop up at the window of the front door and I could hear her unlocking the doorknobs and deadbolt. When the open I look up it was aunt Jennifer standing there, my face sadden with disappointment because I thought it was Nana that about to open the door. As you can see Aunt Jen is really not my favorite person to be around because she is rude and she killed my first pet fish. · me: where is grandma · Aunt Jen: do you know how to say hi · me: I don’t like you · Aunt Jen: Mimi viens chercher ta filla (Mimi you better get your daughter) · My Mom: saluez votre tante maintenant (greet your aunt now) · Me: hi aunt Jen now can you please excuse me, I must go find my grandma As I walked inside of the house I was amazed how beautiful and different grandma house looked. The walls were painted in lavender and white with red roses all over the walls , the window curtains were lavender and white with a big flower on top of the table. I notice she still got this big carboard poster with a picture of me and her when I was two years old. My grandma is a very old fashion lady so she do not believe in too much decoration. I was so mesmerizing by how beautiful and simple the house looked and as I into the hallway going towards the kitchen my mouth started to get all watered as I enlightened my nose with the scent of good ole’ Nana homemade cheese cake that I did not notice my grandma in the corner staring at me. · Nana: is that my beautiful grandbaby · Me: Nanaaaa I missed you so much · Nana: me too baby girl & I can’t believe it has been two and half years · Me: it’s mommy fault Nana · Nana: Mimi bring your ass in here now · My mom: yes mom · Nana : don’t mom me and the next time you keep my grandbaby away from me it going to be a problem · My mom: yes ma’am As my mother was walking to the kitchen she looks at me and rolled her eyes I did not pay much attention because I was too busy looking at my beautiful grandmother. Nana was dark skin in complexion, she has long black hair with a beauty mark on her face. She also she is really short but do not let her shortness fool you. Nana rose came and hug me, she smells like lavender with a hint of coconuts. As we walk to the kitchen I see it was painted peach which is my favorite color and then I notice this big glass table that was never there before, it was filled pictures inside of it but when I walk towards the table, the pictures where my baby pictures, you can tell that I am my grandma favorite granddaughter. At that moment is when I realized I am finally home because grandma house was like my second home. As I walked inside the kitchen I can hear my grandma playing some jazz music on her back in the day radio.The kitchen was filled with smells of food but the one smell that got my attention was my grandmother famous strawberry short cake and it took me by surprise because she only makes it when she has to tell a bad news. My grandmother counter was filled with food seasons because she loves to cook so much. I turn around to look for my grandmother to ask her why she bake the cake but she was nowhere to be found so I walked up the stairs to see if she was in her room. As I was walking I can hear noise coming from my grandmother room so I started to speed up but when I got closer, I hear my aunt jen and mom voice telling my grandmother she cannot sell the house. So, I push the door open then my aunt came to push me out but my mom blocked her. · My Aunt jen: Mimi you need to control this child · My Mom: leave her alone and you see why she don’t like you · Me: mommy is granny selling the house · My mom: yes, baby she is · Me: noooo she can’t sell the house · My mom: why not baby Me: because she cannot mommy My mom: she has to baby and it is too expensive Me: I hate you all I looked at my grandma with so much tears in my eyes, she walked near me trying to hug me but I push her hands away and ran down the stairs to the backyard. The backyard was always my favorite place to go to when I am sad because I have a big tree house in the back. When I went to the backyard I saw the tree house my late grandfather and grandmother help me build. I climb up the tree and I notice nothing as change in my tree house. I still have the cute little blanket my grandma sewed for me and I had rose everywhere. I had this pink locket that my grandmother got me when I was six, I always put it on the head side of my tree house for good luck. As I sat on the bed in my tree house, I thought to myself that I had so much memories in this house like why would grandma want to sell it. While I was in wonderland my grandma came up the tree house and sit beside me but I keep pushing her away. Nana: don’t push me away baby girl Me: sorry Nana I’m just so mad Nana: it is okay to be mad baby girl Me: you can’t sell the house nana Nana: I have to baby Me: but all my memories are in this house Nana: I know love Me: this house and the tree house means so much to me Nana: it really breaks my heart to see that you are sad Me: nana I don’t think grandpa would have want to to sell the house Nana: you are right baby girl Me: that locket is only safe in this tree house Nana: oh, my god baby girl you still have that locket Me: yes, I do and it makes me never to forget this house grams Me: grams I miss grandpa Nana: me too Aria Me: Nanaaa don’t call me Aria Nana: little girl that’s your nickname so you better get used to it Me: ik but I am not a kid no more Nana: you are always going to be my Aria and baby girl Me: can we please go inside I’m hungry Nana: I made your favorite Me: really nana Nana: yes, baby girl Me: yay thank your nana you are the best grandmother ever After the conversation, we walk back inside the house with me side by side with my grandmother than we went straight to the kitchen. While in the kitchen my grandma cut a piece of her strawberries short cake for me to eat. In addition, my mom and my aunt jen walk into the kitchen looking at me and shaking their heads but I didn’t pay them no mind because I was busy enjoying the short cake. Next thing I know aunt jen came and took my cake, I started yelling at her. Me: why you take my cake aunt jen Aunt Jen: because I can Me: you are just a bitter old woman Aunt Jen: Mimi you better get your child Me: mommy tell your devil sister to leave me alone My mom: Aria don’t talk to your aunt like that and jen leave her alone please Aunt Jen: you guys keep spoiling her Nana: jen you always picking at this child Aunt Jen: but mom she is too spoiled Nana: so, what, you were spoiled to Jennifer Marie Aunt Jen: mom you don’t have to call my whole name Nana: my house my rules now get out my kitchen Aunt Jen: but mom Nana: get out Jennifer Aunt Jen: fine I will leave As soon aunt jen left I started crying because I did not get the reason why aunt jen hate me so much but that was least of my worry, I was still sad about my grandma selling the house. I got up to turn around then I felt my grandma hang around my neck with my locket. I turn around and look at my grandma and smile. Few hours later I was in my mom car waving goodbye to my grandma before my mom drove off I look at the house then I hold on to my locket. I can hear my grandma voice in my head telling me to be strong and all the memories of the house is in the necklace.
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Sabatino
4/26/2017 07:47:02 am
Glad to see you post a second draft. I appreciate your use of dialogue to move the story along and to characterize the characters. Let's talk in class about some other revisions.
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