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cestrela7 [59]
2 years ago
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Can someone write me a descriptive essay of experience they experienced

English
2 answers:
inna [77]2 years ago
3 0

Explanation: sorry look it up?

Alex777 [14]2 years ago
3 0
It’s difficult to take proper care of a child.Everyone knows that all 7 billion of us that dwell on this earth know but,hurting one is even harder.If ever to put in that position you feel the emptiness lurking behind every corner just waiting for your soul to drop.Guilt can be justified but how powerful can it be until it’s unwarranted.It was about 78 degrees that day,parents had left for the day,and I was all alone to take care of the 6 month old baby I had come to know as my sister Michelle.It was never a struggle to be with her for long periods of time in fact, all the times I spent with this newfound addition to my family.Never have I ever seen such importance in a baby until then could it be because I’m no longer a child with adulthood approaching it would make sense.I turn on the water heater that makes the familiar sound that alarms you of the boiling water.the big bird colored formula that retained a circular shape was empty.I find the oval shaped container of formula which I had a distaste for because of the plastic bag that contained what we call “leche”.I acquire out 4 whole scoops of formula with the spoon given and place them inside in the bottle that contained warm water in part to the heater.I turn the cap until sealed and start to shake vigorously until everything is fully combined. I take steps out the kitchen bottle in hand and pick up my sister Michelle out of her hot pink walker that had assortments of infant like toy balls on the handle which could spin if flicked.As I’m picking her up she gets exited from the thought of being in the air or at least I think but, her potential dreams are shattered as soon as I place her on my parents bed which is about 4 foot high with burgundy shaded sheets,blankets,and pillows.Michelle cries from the interruption of the many minutes of flying with my arms but, as soon as I show her the freshly made warm bottle she reaches out with her tiny hands.After 9 minutes in between adjusting her bottle for comfort and being on my iphone she goes to sleep but the bottle is not only a bit less than 50 percent empty.I begin to be concerned that her sleep won’t be very fulfilling and short furthermore, I get off the bed and walk around the whole house for 5 minutes seeing what should I do to kill time.I think of playing online games on the ps4 my sister received on a 2017 Christmas.My mind is made I enter the cloud blue room which is covered with anime and cartoon memorabilia I turn on the ps4 and the tv which are not linked.I hear the humming like sound the ps4 gives when ready as I turn on the controllers needed.I pick the quick and easy game “overwatch” which serves as a reasonable activity for my time frame.After 3 rounds of defeat I hear a nasally foil like object drop from a distance but, I didn’t think much of about a minute later the sounds that in my head rivaled a house clamoring down filled my mind.I immediately spring up from the bed and see my baby,my warmth and my responsibility on the floor just as shocked as I was of her falling.I swiftly pick her up as she begins hearing the same screams media show when babies endure serious hurt but just now it isn’t a movie but real life with my real life sister who hasn’t even reached a year I start pushing her against my chest as I rub her head to comfort and check for any giving signs of damage.luckily I don’t see any as I’m speaking my best impression of “Its okay” in her infantile language she begins to stop crying but the I start crying while I’m letting her on my bed giving her more milk from the same bottle I had just made previously.Repeated sorries come out of my mouth while Michelle starts conforming into her normal self she reaches for my face with her hand.At that point in time I think our bond had became stronger than ever; simultaneously I’m coming to terms with greatest fear that I wasn’t even aware of.

(Sorry this was more for me than you I just got caught up in this)sry
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