1) Write an essay narrating events in which particular emotion reaction was dominant.
2) Write an essay that narrates an experience in which you learned something about human nature at its worst.
I chose #1
(note: still need to proof read)
Life after Death
(written by: AMESJR08)
Manila, Philippines is where I grew up. My mother was a seller of fruit shakes and my father owns an electrical shop. Together with our parents, my four siblings and I lived in a small house. Our day starts with my mother preparing breakfast, going to the dry market to buy fresh fruits and later be sold as cold beverage. My father opens the shop for customers. My two siblings attend the nearest elementary while my eldest brother and sister go to high school. As for me, I stay home and do the same thing like the rest of the kids in our block which is playing. The day progressed as it did like any other day until something happened, an event that we will never forget for the rest of our lives.
It was the year 1987, I was six years old. I bid mama goodbye and reminded her to buy me some toys and snacks when she comes home. I helped papa cleaned the shop and wished good day to my siblings. Soon, my friends will come and we will spend the rest of the day playing different games. The dusk approaches, our energy all consumed and our tummy gurgles, this is the time we go back home. Most of the time, my mother admonishes me with my dirty feet and clothes and asks me to immediately take a bath. After freshening up and eating dinner, my tired body just wanted to lie in bed. Being the youngest, I have the privilege of sleeping beside my parents. I feel their warm arms across my chest and I am suddenly lulled to sleep.
Slowly my eyes opened and I looked towards my parents and saw them peacefully asleep. Suddenly there was a bright light and saw two images standing beside the door. I got up and to my surprise, it was two angels. They were just like me who were around my age. They look exactly the angel sculptures I see in church. They donned a white gown, a pair of white wings and a golden halo floating atop of their head. However, I noticed something unique, they are wearing a gold necklace with a big pendant as big as my hands.
“Do you want to play with us?” one of the angels said.
“Sure! I would love to!” I replied.
They lead me to the kitchen and we climbed a ladder. I was not scared, in fact I was happy and comfortable. We have reached the end of the ladder and I found myself standing on the clouds. There were only three of us in a vast space of pure white playground. We were having so much fun that we did not realize how much time has passed.
One of the angels halted, “Your parents might be looking for you at this moment. We should go back now,” he said.
We went back to the ladder and I descended. My feet reached the floor and I felt droplets of liquid running through my face.
My eyes slowly opened, as my vision clears I see the face of my mother crying. She was sobbing. I see my father beside her and both of them are holding me with the same arms that gave me warmth and security while I sleep. I see my siblings all around with tears in their faces. It was seven in the morning and I cannot help but ask what happened.
“We thought you were dead,” my mother said.
“Your mother and I just woke up when we saw your stiff body, clenched teeth, not breathing and turning blue,” my father added.
My family was relieved when they saw me gasp for air to breathe, which I am certain the same time when my feet landed the floor when I descended from the ladder. I told them my dream about the angels, how they look like, the games we played and how they helped me to return. They thanked the two angels for bringing me back.
It has been 22 years since the incident and I can still vividly recall all the details that happened during that day, the day I was brought back to life after death.
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