The joy of any mother is to see his son succeed. The day you came to this world remains clear and fresh in my brains, I feel it is like yesterday. That day was on 23rd of September this year at around…
Download file to see previous pages...
Your dad and I decided to visit the subway for something to eat and as soon as we were done, he moved to another store, as I was moving out of the subway. While moving out, I tried to call your dad to establish his location, and that was when you announced your arrival. It was thirty minutes past noon, and I was rushed to the hospital by your dad. What your father and I underwent in the whole process was not only challenging but also unbearable. The moment you were delivered and placed on my arms, we both cried tears of joy. Your birth was the most cherished moment of our lives. Everybody in the family was happy for having you as a gift from God. I can recall that day when you were born was a Jewish holiday, Rosh Hashanah and we named you Nathaniel meaning a gift from God.
At birth, you resembled your uncle Radik very much, and people started referred to you as ‘mini-radik’ but as days went by, you again begun to resemble your aunt Emily. You also had large eyes and long lashes like me. Your changes because of physical development always made my heart melt with joy plus the numerous smiles from when excited. Even though am not sure if I have been a great mother to you, but you were a blessing to me. You were always my reason for happiness as well as a happy marriage with your dad.
As days passed by things begun to get difficult and at times I found myself with hard and straining tasks. The non-stop crying since you wanted to feed within a three-hour period, how you dirtied yourself; as a result either urine, excreta or vomit and your refusal to suck when being breastfed. When breastfed you only held to the breast without sucking, you were too lazy. This shocked several people including the lactation consultant and he advised that the milk had to be put in the mouth for one to can drink. The most devastating of all times came when you were sick. We had to see the Doctor severally from when you were
...Download file to see next pagesRead More
This paper analyzes the story focusing on the ‘power of art’ and the actual message conveyed to the reader. The story is a narrative about Pervez who migrates to England with Ali, his son. He starts noticing some changes inside Ali’s personality and becomes very much disturbed and suspicious. He also gets the idea that Ali has been selling his possessions too.
choose my profession long time ago and I am happy to help people with the finances, taxes and other things related to accounting. My goals are finished Bachelor degree, start master and get CPA License.
I am a Russian immigrant, having lived in the USA for the past ten
When I get to college, I was overwhelmed by personal problems which further erode my interest to go to school. This is the reason why I failed and did not perform well from the classes I’ve attended. After the
The author wanted to show how Ali had suddenly changed and started to disobey his father Parvez who had done a lot for him. The tensions in the relationship between Parvez and his son Ali, who has newly converted to Islam, are significant.
Please pass my regards and let them know that they are still my girls, and I will forever cherish and hold them close to my heart. I miss the great time I had with them.
Your previous letter brought back memories of the Christ Renew His Parish retreat in Atlanta.