The best part was that Brother Miller was not expecting it at all, and he told me that he felt the same way, that we are the best of friends. He even made a joke about cleaning those bathrooms, which is an experience that can't be forgotten. So it was special to be able to share it with the person that was the inspiration behind my essay.
Showing posts with label Final Essay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Final Essay. Show all posts
Monday, December 15, 2014
Sharing is Caring
The best experience I had sharing my essay happened previously we I shared the rough draft with my brother that recently left on his mission and my parents. However since I finally finished the essay I was finally able to share it with Brother Miller with whom I wrote the essay about.
Friday, December 12, 2014
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Meeting In the Living Room of Memories
Meeting In the
Living Room of Memories
A Personal Essay by Tori Fawson
Flashback to the night my family gathered together for a different reason.
I opened my off-white bedroom door, hearing the familiar creak that would accompany it when it was two thirds of the way open. I walked down the hallway, avoiding the parts of the floor that seemed to cry in anguish when stepped on, towards my family room which had light protruding from it.
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
It's Been A Long Day
The closer you are to someone, the harder it is to lose them. When I found out I had lost someone close to me, it was one of the hardest moments of my life.
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