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My Wonder Woman
By: Autumn
My Wonder Woman
My nanny had seemed to always be around whenever I needed
her. She was my mom’s mom and calling her
“grandma” wasn't for my sister and I. It had
seemed like she had almost raised up. We would get dropped off
at her house every morning, she would make us breakfast, let
us sleep in some, and take us to school. My nanny seemed to be
some type of wonder woman. Her hip was bad and she walked with
a limp, but somehow, she still managed to do all these things
for us. Over the summer, we would go up to visit and help her
out with yard work. After working, she would always pay us and
would tell us to not tell our mom because she didn't want
us to be paid. My nanny had a small house and loved her
gardens; all her flowers seemed to be her pride and joy. Casey
and I would always go out and help her garden, pickup sticks,
and do other things around the yard. When she would pick us up
from school, she always had snacks for us and she would bring
her little dogs as a surprise. I would sit down to do my
homework and she was always sitting next to me, helping me
whenever I needed it. I had long, blonde hair. She would
always brush it and tell me to never cut it. I had decided to
cut it in 6th grade and yet, she still liked it.
Many years passed; I was in high school now. I still
talked to her, but it was less than it ever was and I felt
terrible. I remember this day like any other. She needed to go
into surgery for her hip again because it had come out of
place again. They told her up front that it was risky and to
get a will together. A will was gotten, and off she went into
surgery. Then, it happened. My mom was told that she never
woke up from surgery; some freak thing happened and she
slipped into a coma. We all had hopes that she would wake up,
but we were told that she was brain dead from a stroke she
must have had. She was hooked up to many machines and the hope
was gone. Each day, we sat in the hospital and waited for some
small chance of her waking up somehow. The day I sat in the
hospital was the longest day of my life and I didn't know
that it was going to be the last day to ever see her. I left
the hospital around 6 or 7 and stopped to get something to
eat. My dad had called me and asked if I was home yet.
Confused, I told him no and asked what was wrong. He kept
telling me to just call him back when I got home, but I
couldn't because I needed to know right now. I’ll
never forget the words he told me, “Honey, Nanny passed
away. I’m sorry”. Frustrated and upset, I hung up
the phone and ended up throwing it onto the floor of my car.
It was like my heart had shattered into a million pieces.
I've seen my mom cry before, but I had never seen her
this upset. I had to go to school the next day and it was
impossible for me to pay attention to anything. Everyone came
and hugged me, let me cry on their shoulder, and seemed to
make the day go by. I ended up leaving early because my mom
was at home and I didn't want her to feel alone. A few
days later, we had her funeral. It had seemed like that day
was the longest day of my life. Many tears were shed, family
members showed support, and she was laid to rest. There
isn't a day that goes by where she’s not on my
mind; I wonder how thing would be if she was still around. In
September, it was a year and I know that everyone felt a
little lonely that day knowing she wasn't around. I still
think of my Nanny as a wonder woman.
Comments
MargeC
I first clicked on your story because I thought the flowers were beautiful. Then I realized that the story is beautiful. And finally . . . reading your words . . . I realized that you are a beautiful person. For noticing the beauty in someone else. This story almost made me cry.
- October 8, 2014
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lucyr
I love line 28-30. You really expressed that well. I could feel that. You know we all get so busy in our own lives that sometimes we forget to notice what's there in front of us. And then it's gone. Wow. It's a little depressing but I think you teach a good lesson here.
- October 8, 2014
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Will
Very well written and heartfelt. I got sad reading it. And it made me think of my own nanny. I suppose this is what writers do; they take something they know and help other people feel things, too.
- October 20, 2014
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Very well written and heartfelt. I got sad reading it. And it made me think of my own nanny. I suppose this is what writers do; they take something they know and help other people feel things, too.