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Eng100 Hiraeth Project 4/27/2017 Three Musketeers Saturday morning roughly around 8 am, I wake up to the smell of turkey bacon in the air. My eyes fighting to stay close. My first sight was towards the television. My favorite cartoon was on Dragon Ball Z. I was tempted to watch the episode but I know my big brother was up from all the sound he made running down the steps. I know matter of time my share of turkey bacon was going to be gone. Light gleamed through the window onto the shiny utensils that mom was using to cut the butter. She washed the knife and place it on the marble counter. The top wooden cabinets was still open from mom going in and out of them while she put together breakfast for the family. The window was open and I can feel the smooth breeze. Around this time my cousin was staying with us. He and his dad had a disagree so mom let him stay with us. She was big on family and sticking together. We all sitting at the wooden round table. Passing the half of gallon orange juice. Mom did her thing in the kitchen. She made her famous blueberry pancake, turkey bacon, cheese eggs, and cheese grits with extra butter and shrimps. _____ I never know mom was extremely ill when I was younger. Mom illness wasn’t as bad than or she was great at hiding it. She never missed a Saturday morning breakfast with us. Now I can’t remember the last time I sat down at the table with my family. Her sickness really brought the family down. Most of the family will say she was the glue to the family. _____ We had some small conversations between each bite of food. My brother was the first one asking for second like always.Surprisingly my brother Jahbar wasn’t fat but he can eat you out of a house. Jahbar and I had the same mom and dad. We was four years apart. A lot of people said we look like. I never saw it until later when I got older. Jahbar had long black curly hair. Most of the time his hair was braid back like Allen Iverson. He was pretty tall for his age. A lot of my mom's friends call him Rick Fox. At that time I did not know who he was. Mom always the last one to sit down and enjoy her cooking. Always wonder did she love her meal as much we did. Everyone got second but her. My older cousin T Bone was the first to get done and clean off his plate. We barely spend time with him because his work schedule. I assume he was saving up to get his own apartment. Today was his day off on both jobs and today was game night. I was eight and nine years old when we started game night. The storm knocked out all the power in the neighborhood. From the lacked of entertainment Jahbar and I got into a small fight. Moms did what she always do and find a solution to problem. That was old board games we collected over the holidays. We forgot all about the electric because we was so focus on the game. On that day we make a packed to have game night on Saturday no matter what. Its was just the three Musketeers.(Jahbar, mom, and I) After breakfast mom reminded me it was my turn to pick the game. She know I never forget when it's my turn. I pick the same game every chance I get. Monopoly was mine game. I was the best if you ask me. As a lil boy I always was fascinating with money. How paper can change your life for the better or worst. On the other hand if it's my turn to pick the game than I had to wash the dishes. I did not mind washing the plate, cups and the eating utensils. I dislike the pots and pans especially with the cheese grits. Its was a pain in the butt getting the grits. _____ They took my family, when they took my big brother life. Nov 14 2004, Jahbar was fifth teen years old struggling to fight for his life. The guy that kill my big brother was dead wrong. Mom and I got the phone call we couldn’t make sense of it. I never saw mom break down like this before, all I was asking myself why. I was trying my best to be strong but the tears was cutting through my cheeks. The guy try to rob Jahbar thought he had some money. Jahbar only had a cell phone. Lord knows I hate that bullets that hit you brother. Lord knows I hate that guy that kill you brother. After that tragedy mom and I was never the same mentally. Mom took it the worst. She did whatever to make the pain go away for the moment. Hard liquor and drugs was her new love. Long night of partying and crying her eye out. Just see the pain she was going through was killing me every night. Neighbors seen her act out in public but they didn’t understand what my mom was going through. As time went past the party took a tole on mom. Mom spend her last days on earth was suffering on hospital bed. For 67 days straight I went to the hospital to visit her and wishing for one more board games just one more. At this time I was sixteen years old , roughly four years after Jahbar die. I barely recovered from that tragedy. _____ Game night with the family was a joyful moment. Night that nothing matter but being with my family three Musketeers. The celling light was on just enough to see what's going on. Never know who up to no good on game night. Everybody want to win but only one can. The fan was blowing on low speed do not need the money blowing away. Mom was the banker, she was the only one we can trust. The game always was slow in the begin. At the right time everybody would had a spark to life. At this time I wish we had a camera to hold on to the moment forever. The dices clicking in my small hand while my eye on Parkside. Counting the space in my head I need a six to pop on the dices and I will controlled the game. The dices fly out my hand hitting the board and both the dices rolling three black dots facing up. That smile I had on my face was pure happiness. I was with my love ones, my three Musketeers. Vignette narrative Assignment page Hiraeth Narrative
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