Fatima Martinez
25 February 2020
English 1-3
Ms. Lehmann
Sleepover Surprise
It had been a year and six months since I moved from Mexico to my grandparents' house in Twin Falls. It was January of my fourth-grade year at Lincoln Elementary School. When I got home from school my grandpa was sitting on the couch and welcomed my mom and I back.
“Hello Guabi!” I said to my grandpa while giving him a hug. In our house, we only speak Spanish so I will translate.
“Hello, girl!” Guabi replied, squeezing the air out of my lungs.
“Bye, Guabi!” I exclaimed, as I ran downstairs while my mom hushed me because my grandma was sleeping for her night shift at the potato factory.
When I made it downstairs, my little sister was sitting on the floor playing with toys. I did all of my homework while resisting the urge to go play with her even after all her whining. After a minute or so, she gave up and ran upstairs to play with Guabi. When I finished my homework, we played together even though I would have preferred to play on the computer that belonged to my Uncle Frank who is nocturnal.
Once my grandma, who I call Guitas, woke up, she started to make dinner. After that, my sister and I played some more, and it was time to go to bed. Since we didn’t go to school the next day (because it would be a Saturday), we begged.
“Please, mom,” my little sister, Natalia, who was only five, begged. “We have never had a sleepover ever.”
“Please ma,” I helped my sister get what we both wanted at the time. “I won't wake you up to get Nati.”
Our mom didn’t respond to our question, so I asked another.
“When can we call dad?” we hadn’t called our dad in over a week.
Then our mom responded to our begging, but not my question.
“Ok. you two get to bed, and Nati, you can sleep with your sister.”
In my grandparents’ house there are only three bedrooms, which are my grandparents’ room, my uncle’s room, and my mom’s room in which she slept with Nati. I, on the other hand, slept on the couch downstairs where there was an incredibly old TV. Since I have been an early bird since who knows when, I could watch all morning without bugging anyone. The bad part about it was that I couldn’t have it loud enough to hear anything. If it was loud, my sister would wake up, and I could not watch what I wanted because she would tell someone that I had been awake since five in the morning.
When we got to bed, she whined that the couch/bed was flat and could feel the metal bars on the bottom.
“Me every night, unlike the real bed you sleep on,” I told her because I had slept there for more than a year.
She kicked me from under the sheets, and we fought until my mom came from upstairs and exclaimed, “You two go to sleep!”
My sister and I laid on the bed for a second and talked.
“This isn’t as fun as I thought it would be,” Nati sighed.
“On the plus side we can watch cartoons as early in the morning as we want.” I smiled.
“True.” She smiled back.
The next morning, as always, I woke up way too early, so I went upstairs to watch something. Once my sister woke up and came for me, we wanted to eat something, so we went to wake up our mom. In the bed, there were two people. One was our mom, who was already seated. The other was had a larger shape, so I went around the bed to see who it was. The person was a man that I didn’t recognize, so it made me suspicious, but when he opened his eyes, he gave me a smile that I hadn't seen in over a year. I was my father. I burst into tears while my sister was extremely confused because she had forgotten who it was. Once my mom told her, she got in on the hug.
“I thought you were in Mexico,” I told my dad.
“I walked all the way from there to be with you all,” he told us.
After we got dressed, we all shared a breakfast and were a whole family again.
Personal Narrative Reflection
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
When we got this asignment it was something that I wasn't and still am not to sure about it. I am the kind of person who really doesnt like taking about myself so when we had this project I wasnt to happy about it especially since alot has happened in the fifteen years I've been alive but without this story in particular I wouldn't be here writing this story.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
3.What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?
25 February 2020
English 1-3
Ms. Lehmann
Sleepover Surprise
It had been a year and six months since I moved from Mexico to my grandparents' house in Twin Falls. It was January of my fourth-grade year at Lincoln Elementary School. When I got home from school my grandpa was sitting on the couch and welcomed my mom and I back.
“Hello Guabi!” I said to my grandpa while giving him a hug. In our house, we only speak Spanish so I will translate.
“Hello, girl!” Guabi replied, squeezing the air out of my lungs.
“Bye, Guabi!” I exclaimed, as I ran downstairs while my mom hushed me because my grandma was sleeping for her night shift at the potato factory.
When I made it downstairs, my little sister was sitting on the floor playing with toys. I did all of my homework while resisting the urge to go play with her even after all her whining. After a minute or so, she gave up and ran upstairs to play with Guabi. When I finished my homework, we played together even though I would have preferred to play on the computer that belonged to my Uncle Frank who is nocturnal.
Once my grandma, who I call Guitas, woke up, she started to make dinner. After that, my sister and I played some more, and it was time to go to bed. Since we didn’t go to school the next day (because it would be a Saturday), we begged.
“Please, mom,” my little sister, Natalia, who was only five, begged. “We have never had a sleepover ever.”
“Please ma,” I helped my sister get what we both wanted at the time. “I won't wake you up to get Nati.”
Our mom didn’t respond to our question, so I asked another.
“When can we call dad?” we hadn’t called our dad in over a week.
Then our mom responded to our begging, but not my question.
“Ok. you two get to bed, and Nati, you can sleep with your sister.”
In my grandparents’ house there are only three bedrooms, which are my grandparents’ room, my uncle’s room, and my mom’s room in which she slept with Nati. I, on the other hand, slept on the couch downstairs where there was an incredibly old TV. Since I have been an early bird since who knows when, I could watch all morning without bugging anyone. The bad part about it was that I couldn’t have it loud enough to hear anything. If it was loud, my sister would wake up, and I could not watch what I wanted because she would tell someone that I had been awake since five in the morning.
When we got to bed, she whined that the couch/bed was flat and could feel the metal bars on the bottom.
“Me every night, unlike the real bed you sleep on,” I told her because I had slept there for more than a year.
She kicked me from under the sheets, and we fought until my mom came from upstairs and exclaimed, “You two go to sleep!”
My sister and I laid on the bed for a second and talked.
“This isn’t as fun as I thought it would be,” Nati sighed.
“On the plus side we can watch cartoons as early in the morning as we want.” I smiled.
“True.” She smiled back.
The next morning, as always, I woke up way too early, so I went upstairs to watch something. Once my sister woke up and came for me, we wanted to eat something, so we went to wake up our mom. In the bed, there were two people. One was our mom, who was already seated. The other was had a larger shape, so I went around the bed to see who it was. The person was a man that I didn’t recognize, so it made me suspicious, but when he opened his eyes, he gave me a smile that I hadn't seen in over a year. I was my father. I burst into tears while my sister was extremely confused because she had forgotten who it was. Once my mom told her, she got in on the hug.
“I thought you were in Mexico,” I told my dad.
“I walked all the way from there to be with you all,” he told us.
After we got dressed, we all shared a breakfast and were a whole family again.
Personal Narrative Reflection
1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
When we got this asignment it was something that I wasn't and still am not to sure about it. I am the kind of person who really doesnt like taking about myself so when we had this project I wasnt to happy about it especially since alot has happened in the fifteen years I've been alive but without this story in particular I wouldn't be here writing this story.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them?
3.What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part?