Beautiful Paragraph Journal Entry

Before:

I remember when ever I traveled to Arizona, my mothers hometown, we would always go to my aunts house and she wasn’t my full aunt we weren’t related by blood but I loved her dearly and one thing I absolutely loved about her was her attention to detail when cooking. We would always every night go to the grocery store and get every single food item there was and we would come home and make such grand meals. I would always set the plates and make everything artistic and she would always call me by nickname and say, “Sugarplum you are so creative you are going to do wonders when you grow up.” And I always try to live up to those words and I always think of her when I’m coming up with new wacky ideas that would always wow my family. I remember that she always let me do everything that I wanted to do and I love her for that.

After:

        Down in the dry deserts of Phoenix, Arizona is what I like to call my second home. My mother was originally from there and therefore, I must have family living there. It has been awhile since I have been in the dust, but I vividly remember my amazing aunt, Aunty Pat. She is a 75 year old lady who is extremely fit and ready for anything. Her curly blond locks of hair and and her beautiful jewelry which always popped out to me were some of the things that I was always excited to see when I visited her. She lives in a little bungalow that I constantly wished I lived in and it had everything. Her sweet little home had a petite patio full of plants, and she had and indoor green room filled to the brim with even more greenery. Her little neighborhood had an awesome pool and hot tub that we never used since the pool was already a hot tub in that dreadful 100° weather. But besides all that, my favorite room in her wee home by far was her kitchen. Every single night my Aunty Pat and I lived in her tiny kitchen loaded with food. Aunty Pat’s favorite thing to do was grocery shopping and she had a lavish amount of food. We would always cook these extravagant meals for dinner I adored learning all the ins and outs of cooking with her. I was her little sous chef and at that time, I didn’t want to be anything else. Now, I was younger then so she would always deal with the serious cooking such as; cutting, boiling, actual cooking, but sometimes when I felt extremely over confident, she believed in me and would let me try some things. Not all, but some. And I loved her for that, when she truly believed in me and saw something in me, she would always let me do the things that I wanted even knowing that it could turn out horribly. I was her Sugarplum Fairy and nobody else’s. After all the hard work of cooking was done, she left the rest of the work to me. Setting the table. I had an entire routine: FIRST the table cloth, silverware, plates, napkins, and drinks; THEN the decorating of the dishes of food, I loved to use my creative mind and come up with a new design for each and every platter. LASTLY, the final set. After the hours of work, our meal was done and the whole family would sit down and thank us for our labor, but in the end, I always look back at those moments in the kitchen with my Aunty Pat and I know that those moments shall never ever leave my heart for she has made me the woman I am today.