Personal Narrative

I was about six years old, in Cancun, Mexico for Spring Break in the Month of March. My family and I were staying at a huge resort filled with many fun things to do.We had been waiting for this family trip for months; I was excited to get out of the cold Minnesota weather and into tropical heat. We were in our hotel room getting ready for dinner with my two sisters, my mom and dad. I felt the heat all over my body, like I had been standing directly in front of the sun, So I went to open the hotel window to feel the cool breeze and to see the ocean view. As I walked to open the window my mom said “Morgan be careful, the wind is so strong if you open the hotel door, close the window because the door will slam shut; but I only thought about myself and I responded with a sassy comment, “Okay Mom.”

She came home and told me my brother and sister that it just happened. we were all in shock, so she called are grandma to come watch us.her my dad and my sister

I heard her coming so I quickly ran back to my room before she noticed. When I got to my room I started to sob quietly but I had to keep it together because I needed to remember to get Lulu back and to do whatever I could to keep my dog. After I pulled it together I called my friend and she told me she could come over tomorrow so we could make a plan to find my dog and keep her. Then once we got off the phone I went into my mom’s room and sat on the bed.

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

Finally we had gotten to the friend’s house. We pulled in my dad literally crawled out of the car, my mom got out and gave her friend a hug. As my dad grabbed my sister the back windshield exploded from all of the heat. All of the friend’s kids were asking where I was. I raised my hand through the pile of stuff on my lap and said. HERE!! My mom unburied me and got me out.

So when we got home my mom was still crying and I told her it will be ok and she was still crying so that night she was in the bed sleep and she said her bed sunken in and she looked back and no one

In San Francisco, about a year after my mother died, when I was nine or ten years old and going to the second new school since moving in with my father, I had a desperate crush on a girl named Lisa. She was a year older than me, in the next grade level up (our classrooms were combined). She was pretty, Asian, was popular with a group of friends that would surround her during recesses.

I remember waking up excited, it was the last day of sixth grade. I was finally finished with my first year of middle school. I was getting ready for school and my mom walked into my room. I remember her seeming uneasy but I was not quite sure why, then, what she said next I could have never prepared for, “say goodbye to all your friends today this may be the last time you see them”. In the moment I was too excited for my day, I did not feel the need to ask questions so, I went on and continued getting ready.

“Move the light so it’s on my good side,” Mary snapped her gum, and glared at the technician, “You just can’t get good help these days, you know?”

August 20, the day I have dreaded since the end of school last year. Hi, the name’s Francisca, but you can call me Fran. My life has kinda sucked ever since my brother got lost nine years ago. My parents have looked for him ever since. They said they would at least like to find a body to have peace that he isn’t suffering. I have dark, almost black hair, and eyes the color of the Caribbean Sea. My two friends, Jess and Kate, are the closest thing I have to best friends at the place people call getting an education. Otherwise known as college. I’m also starting my sophomore year in college at Mead University. Well, let’s get it poppin’.

I would go into a desperate panic when all a sudden I could not hear. I would get this hollow sensation in the pit of my stomach, my throat would become dry as I gulped and tried to gather my senses. It was as if the volume button was turned down and all that was left to hear was a weird gurgling static sound. Reality hit me hard and fast, I had hearing loss. I thought that was the worst of it, a fluke thing, little did I know about the next ten weeks ahead of me.

I barely slept, ate on the run, and by the time the week drew to a close, I had accumulated close to twenty thousand dollars due to perseverance, and resiliency. Also, with Tyche on my side, I was able to rent an economical two bedroom apartment with plenty of sunlight, four blocks from ‘Ink it Baby’, and secured a job waiting tables at Harry’s Diner, two blocks from my abode.

When I was in second grade, my mother stormed into my room. I watched from the closet and admired my trickery skills as I watched from my closet how frantically she looked for me. I leaned back against the wall of the closet and tried not to laugh as I glanced at her through the cracks of the closet door. She threw my covers back and slammed her knees to floor as she screamed out for me. I had to cup my hands over my mouth to conceal my laughter. My mother was a stickler for me answering whenever she called. She hated to have to call out to me once and even more than that, she hated to have to come find me. After she rummaged through my room, she moved towards the closet and threw the door open so hard, that

our third pregnancy when all of this happened. My mother and I were very close and it was hard

When I got into the car I looked at my mom she looked sad, embarrassed, and tired. We did not talk on the way home I was just glad that my mom was still alive. After the car accident, my mom had to get surgery to fix the spine and nerve issues the accident caused. My mom is doing very well now, but she will never be completely healthy ever again.