Personal Narrative Essay

Once my dad got home, my mom called a family meeting in my room. I had this weird look on my face because I was super confused.

One day my mom came and found me and my sister and told us we had to go somewhere. We went and found our shoes and started heading out the door. My sister and I started hoping down the front steps just about running into a vehicle parked out front. My mom told me and my sister to get in, both of us were kind of scared but we did it anyways. So me and my sister attempted getting into the big vehicle, well it may not have been that big, but to us it seemed like it was. We drove for what seemed like hours till all of a sudden the car stopped. I opened the door and hoped out onto the cold hard cement. I didn’t know where we were at, I had never seen this place before. The people in the car and my mom told us to go up to the front steps and they will be right behind us. So me and my sister made our way up the steps and to a big front door. We looked and found a doorbell and chose to push it. After just a little while the door opened and this younger couple looked down at us with huge smiles on their faces.

I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She

We got in my dad’s truck and headed to our house. I still remember this like the day was yesterday my dad turned to me and my brother and said “I hope you boys never have to experience anything like this ever again In your life’s.” We got back to our house and it was perfectly fine. A tree fell across the road which would become our tree house for weeks to come. There was no power what so ever so at night there was no air or lights. My dad pulled a mattress into the living room and me, mom, and my brother laid on it and my dad would sit up all night basically fanning us with a huge piece of card

August 28th was like any other day, until something bad happened. My cousin Miranda had spent the night before to help with my sisters baby shower on the 28th. I woke up that morning and Miranda was just waking up.

The two poems I chose to connect with are Anne Bradstreet's, "In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Elizabeth Bradstreet, Who Deceased August, 1665, Being A Year and a Half Old and On Being Brought From Africa To America. In Anne Bradstreet's, "In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Elizabeth Bradstreet, Who Deceased August, 1665, Being A Year and a Half Old," nature and her notions implicatively insinuate tremendous grief of her granddaughter's death. Bradstreet simply observe nature where plants and fruits grow and die in a comparison with her grandchild's death (p.121-122) And time brings down what is both strong and tall.

The next day when my parents returned home from work, they called me into the living room. This scared me a little, they only did this when something bad was happening. When I walked into the living room, my father was sitting in a chair and my mother was sitting on our couch. When

It was July 6, 2015, I woke up at 4:45 a.m it was time to get ready and go to the hospital. I was having my baby boy today! I needed to be at the hospital between 5 and 5:30 to be induced. I was so nervous, but I had carried my baby boy for 9 months and I was ready to finally hold him.

Mercy Hospital was only a 11 minute drive from my house at the time. The only problem with that was my mother having to take the bus while a whole blizzard was going underway. In Chicago busses run from six in the morning till around one in the morning with each bus passing within 13 min intervals. My father was at work his shift was from one in the morning until around noon at that time. Surprisingly enough, she got on that very first bus feeling those awful contractions and she pushed through them. Once she arrived at the hospital she called my dad who was worried that she was alone in the hospital. My aunt arrived at the hospital 30 minutes later to accompany my mother and later my dad arrived. My father had never seen any of his other 3 daughter being born, so I was his first. The pain my mother was put through was excruciating. It was a very emotional, yet painful day. “It’s Twins!” the doctor tells my mother and father. It was a very unexpected moment. They pull my little sister out first, the doctor looks down and tells my parents that she was dead. Her little skin gave off this burnt look all around. The doctors never explained what exactly happened to her, my mother certainly didn’t look like she was having twins. It hardly seemed as if she was having one baby for that matter. My father was cried as he held my little sister and my mother didn’t have

She had just gotten off of work a few minutes before she got there to pick us up. Once my mom dropped my brother and I off we swapped cars. The drive to Chicago was very long it was an hour and 11 minutes from LaPorte. We were half an hour away from where we were going to. my brother flipped out and handed me a paper and started recording me. I told him “what do I read?” and he said “start from the top and read down.” I kept reading the paper and reading I didn't know it what it was for. all of a sudden it hit me my heart was pounding and of course I screamed what is all the paper and read it I saw where I was going to and it was not out to eat or to a carnival it was to a stadium. I was going to Soldier Field to a soccer game which read Argentina vs. Panama. from the minute I read the ticket I was so excited I was going to get to see you my favorite soccer player live. My favorite soccer player is Lionel Messi he plays for Barcelona and Argentina he is the top player of his teams. My brother and his girlfriend new that I would find out where I was going if I saw all the people outside walking down the streets with soccer

A few days after I turned eighteen, I was riding in the car with my mom. She turned to me and said "Kristina, I have some things I was waiting to share with you until I thought you were old enough." She proceeded to tell me details about my biological mom and biological family that

I was 6 years old as I heard another fight between dad and mom. This time it was unbearable to hear so I went to my room and curled into a corner to cover my ears. No matter how much my tiny hands pressed on my ears I could still hear my dad and mom yelling at each other. All of a sudden, I hear a loud noise and the yelling stopped. I run to their room, terrified of what I might see. I was right to be terrified because I can see my mom on the ground with her hand on her red cheek. Then the monster of my dad grabs her and hits her again.

My mom insisted that I stay with my aunt and brother, but I begged her to take me with her. As we drove to the hospital, I felt sad because my sister was in pain. After a while of being in the cold hospital waiting area they took my sister into a room and my mom told my uncle that he could go back home and that she will call them if we needed anything. I couldn't be inside of the room so they put a chair outside of the room so I could wait for them. After a couple of hours they told my mom that I couldn’t be there so that they should call someone to go pick me up. My mom called my uncle who eventually arrived for me and I began to cry because I was worried for my sister and I didn’t want to leave them alone. On the next day they arrived and my sister had a cast on. The days that followed were a struggle since I had to help my sister do things that she wasn’t able to do like put on her shoes. She lasted a long while before she got her cast removed but I was happy to help her and my mom when it was

Claire and I had just come home after tennis practice. When we walked into our apartment we saw that our mom had made a huge fancy meal for us, and I had a small feeling that something was up. My mom looked at me with eyes that looked somehow guilty, but everything seemed fine I guess. After we finished eating we were very tired, so Claire and I went to our separate rooms. Not long after laying down, my dad came in and told me we needed to talk about something. He wanted to talk to me and Claire separately, so we walked downstairs to a private community room in our apartment. He had never done this before and I didn’t know what was wrong, so my heart began pounding loudly in my chest. When I sat down and he told me the news, the pounding stopped. My heart sank. He said that our family couldn’t afford to go to Cathedral anymore, so my sister and I would have to switch schools and attend Sartell High School that year. I walked upstairs slowly afterwards and fell on the floor in my room. I stared at the ceiling waiting for Claire to be told. I don’t think I really believed what my father said to me at the time. I tried not to think. I just

My mom quickly came barging into my room and told me to hurry up. As I packed my clothes into my duffel bag, I could hear my mom yelling at my twin brother Mason. I couldn 't understand why my mom had to go to Chicago for a business meeting. I also wish my dad didn 't go with her, this meant that Mason the and I had to stay at our grandparents for the whole weekend.