Camelot-Personal Narrative Essay

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

“We’ll have to call Cress,” Mr. Delahanty said finally. “Your father’s likely not to last out the night. She’s his only grandchild. She ought to be here.”

“Mother”, William said as tears rolled down his tiny face. His mother hadn’t looked or spoke to him ever since the British had raided their town, left them penniless, but most importantly took Will’s father to god knows where. Will reminded his mother of his father too much that she couldn’t bare to look at his bright blue eyes.

“ I-I-I am so sorry, I also have family issues.” She said with a sad look on her face “My father was in charge of Auschwitz and he let my little brother Bruno die in a concentration camp…” she was cut off by the noise of dogs barking .

“Is there a problem, Miss?” One of the officers asked again. Wanting so badly to say that everything was all right, and send them away. Carol, for a few seconds, stares at William searching his eyes for an apology, but all she could see was hatred and the frightened looks on her children’s faces. And they could not be described in words.

Through life, we often lose someone we loved and cared deeply for and supported us through life. This is demonstrated by the loss of a loved one when Esther's father died when she was nine. "My German speaking father, dead since I was nine came from some

“I do not think you have ever mentioned it, but your father was a good man. The people of Luneos admired him.”

“Indeed. But where are our wives?” Perceval grew desperate and began to worry that something terrible happened to Joan and Percy, yet no one had informed him. A tendril of panic inched up his spine until he spotted Sir Kay drawing closer. He had his arm wrapped around Kiena’s waist.

“It’s been fine, I guess.” he said looking away, and the conversation ended for a while.

“Well, it was. You’ll understand once I will tell you the reason why you are here at the moment, my dear.” he quickly said, as if that was the answer he was waiting for.

“Oh yeah... Thanks.” I said as Amelia walked away, looking back at Hephaestus with entertained eyes, for her was slightly deformed, hence his name. Nevertheless, I loved him with all my heart. He, also, was the only family I had left.

The boys were shocked to see their father walk in and sit down. He nodded at the boys but didn't say much. He and Katherine looked at each other and a thousand thoughts passed silently between them.

A small, sad smile pulled at Alayna’s lips as her jade green eyes began to water. She clutched Janna tightly to her and stroked the girl’s mousey brown ringlets in a comforting manner. She struggled to find the right words to assure the young girl nearly six-and-ten but found very little that might help, “There, there, little sister. I won’t be gone long. You’ll barely have time to miss me.”

“You remember what happened to your father out there, I can’t lose you, too.” The thought sent a shiver down both their spines, for neither Ora nor her mother knew what truly became of him.

“I’m sorry sir,” she places her basket of clothes down on the ground near her feet, “but they died shortly after their daughter Héloise left them. If you asked me, I think they died of heartbreak; they