My mom ran down stairs, and I so did I so that I could be some kind of help for her. I had forgotten to wear the gloves and as I opened the oven I burnt my hand, and a lot of smoke came out of the oven. Instead of being any kind of help I was being much more trouble for my mom because she had to run off and get me medicine for my fingers. Now I would be unable to help my mom with anything for I was disabled, all I could do was open the windows of the kitchen so that the smoke would go away. The smoke that came out of the oven filled the kitchen and it smelled horrible, we had to wait for half an hour until some of the smoke had gone away. I tried helping my mom with some of the cooking but I really couldn’t do much. As I stood in the kitchen watching my mom preparing dinner, I got flashbacks of the dream that I had.
I tried not thinking about it but it kept coming over and over. I thought of how the smoke came out of the oven, did all this mean anything? I began to get very worried and I really couldn’t do anything about it, all I could do was pray and hope that nothing would happen. My aunt had never been to Saudi and this would be her first time to our new house. My mom could not stop talking about how much she had missed her and that they would finally reunite once more. My mom went on saying that the distance had separated them only physically and not mentally. What my mom had been telling me got me even more worried, it got me thinking again of what had happened earlier this morning and this weird feeling just kept coming again and again as if it was some kind of message. There must have been a reason for all this to happen.
The Homework on God I Hate School Damn Mom
Dennis Johnson English Comp 111-70 F June 12, 2005 God I Hate... God, I hate getting up this early. But I only got three months left; then I'll never have to get up early again. Three more months and this time I graduate. Dads doing pretty good on the railroad job now. Hasn't been laid off for a couple of years now. David is doing good in the Navy, and my future at Taco Bell is almost a guarantee. ...
Should I tell my mom about all this or should I just keep it to myself. My dad came back from work at 7 30 and my mom was rushing him with everything, it was obvious that she didn’t want to be late just incase the plane arrives earlier. We headed to the airport at around 8, for the plane was supposed to land at 8 30. As we got to the airport the electronic board said that the plane’s arrival was delayed. Was that another sign or was it just normal for a plane to be delayed?.
