Personal Narrative

As a kid I only got to see my dad on the weekends and those were the best days I had, I never understood why I couldn't live with my father full time because my mom never lived a stable life. My mother wasn’t as bad as it seems, she always made sure we had food and somewhere to stay even if it wasn't the greatest, even living with my mom my dad still paid for almost everything I had. When I was about 8 years old I lived in Mccomb and it was my dads weekend and I was so excited to get off of school and go see him, When I got home I was shocked to find everything packed up and my mom told me to get in the car, I was so upset to find out that me, my two brother, and her and her boyfriend were off to Florida. The whole trip to Florida I balled my eyes out and all I remember was that I kept saying that I wanted to live with my dad and that I hated my mom, I wondered how she could just up and leave without telling my

That whole week was the hardest to fight through. It didn’t help one bit that people just kept asking how I am doing, and bring my dad and brother up every time I saw someone who wasn’t my mom. It just kept making the pain harder to deal with, I had to keep reminiscing about Gage and my father. For the next couple of weeks, I wanted to be left alone.

As my tears kept falling, I ran to my room. My sister was hearing a pop song while she was singing in the background. When I open the door crying, it was silent. I broke my sister the news about our father as well, and we shared the

This assignment brought me closure, the making of “The rose that grew from the concrete” brought me to tears literally. My sons birthday took place on a Saturday, and the drawings and final cuts of the paper were made the night before Friday. I made arrangements before hand, and decorated the basement with a Teen Titans theme on Thursday. I was feeling bitter sweet about my sons birthday since he was turning five. I believe that this year was harder one me, since he had just started school for the first time. As I pressed play on my final product a million things ran through my head.

was a tuesday and I had just gotten out of school. I was nervous and excited and my heart was beating 100 miles per hour. My sister was just born and I was anxious to see her. But I had to wait for my dad to pick me up from my mom’s house. I was taking the week off to spend time with her and to help my dad and his girlfriend with getting her situated at the house. After two hours he got to my house, The car ride was full of talk about the future and what she was gonna be like when she was older. When we arrived at the hospital we rushed down the hall to the room. When we walked in I saw my sister amaya. Her brown silver eyes lit my eyes and heart up. I knew at that moment that she would be my responsibility and I would take care of her with

Learning that my dad had decided to move out and divorce my mother came as a huge surprise to my family, no one saw it coming. My mother and I fell into the grasp of depression. She lost so much weight dropping down to 110-115 lbs., her face lacked color and her body was so frail. She would force a smile when my sister was around but I recognized the pain in her eyes because I felt it too. I found myself suppressing my emotions so that I would come off as OK, so that my mom wouldn’t have to worry about me, so that my sister didn’t realize that

I groggily awoke to my mom's voice and smiled. We were pretty similar in resemblance, meaning we both had brown hair and brown eyes, but hers had a way of lighting up a room, a way of turning any day into the best. I loved my mom, she was the only family I had besides my brother, Johnny. My dad died a couple years ago, a man had shot him who then shot himself. I was glad that man died, my father deserved a great life and it was ruined by that bastard.

Mikey took another bow, glowing with pride. The club was only a small venue but his gig had gone well, incredibly well. He’d done two extra songs. Even though they were under-rehearsed the crowd had loved them, forgiving his stumbled words and the odd missed note.

It was a hot July night in Lincoln NE, where i was staying the at my aunts and uncles. My dad gather my family and had us sit on his and my mom’s laps to tell us that my step grand father has pass away. I didn’t want to be true but then why would my dad tell us this then I cried. My stomach drop,heart stop,and my mind stop.

Anyway, the day my dad moved out was a day of mixed emotions, I felt like the largest weight in the world had been lifted off of my shoulders and at the same time the sadness that I felt was just weighing me back down. I was so glad my dad was finally going to take a stand and stop the arguing but I was so sad that he was going to have to leave to do it.

On a chilly day in the month of March, I received a phone call. A call of despair. Something I had not expected to receive. It was my mother. I was out at a St. Patrick’s Day party playing basketball with my cousins when I picked up the phone. A few minutes went by. My facial expression went from a smile to a blank depressed stare. I hung up the phone and ran inside. I asked my aunt to give me a ride to

We had been camping. well what we consider camping all weekend. We stayed in a log cabin with a kitchen, working bathrooms, and a bed for each of us to sleep on, but everyone does things differently right? This was my favorite weekend of the year, my family and a couple of family friends all went to Hocking Hills to stay in cabins for a couple of days to hang out. Our last day arrived and we planned to leave early in the morning, so all of the kids including my best friend ally and I got up around 7:30 to play outside for a little while before we left. A cool, fall morning breeze filled the air and dew covered the ground, along with some crunchy reddish brown leaves. It was November, one of my favorite months of the year. The smell of camp fire filled the air while Ally, our brothers, and I sat around the pit where the fire barely hung on from the night before. You could hear nothing but the creaking of the swings that the younger kids played on and the sounds of the nearly dead trees rustling in the wind. Of course all of this was shortly ruined by the sounds of the parents packing

He was still like a dad to me. He meant a lot to me. One day, he drove us home from school and we got in a major accident. Luckily, none of us were injured. It was the biggest accident that I was ever a part of and I still can’t let go to this day.

From what I can remember, it was a rough few years. I supposed it was a long time coming, people can’t change - no matter how much they try. To this day, I’m still not sure who it affected the most. My father seemed completely unaffected by the decision, and my mom seemed relieved from it. At the time, my sister was too young to really be aware of the extent of what was going on. I on the other hand, understood a bit more, or as much as I needed to at the time. I still remember my mom telling me we were moving. I was eight years old, all I really needed to know was that we were moving away - and my father wasn’t coming. It was the best decision. Them separating was the best decision for us. My sister was five at the time. I wasn’t much older than her, but I still took on a role. I was always there for her through it all. I remember certain times when my parents would be fighting, I was there for her. At the time, I didn’t quite understand that we were moving for good. I remember sitting the car with my sister, waiting for my mom to get in. She was standing on the porch with my dad, trying to get something out of him.

It was a beautiful Summer 's day. Everything was just perfect. The sun was shimmering golden rays onto the smooth concrete road. We were driving from Los Angeles to Las Vegas to celebrate the Fourth of July. My brother Seth, who was sitting at the front along side my mum who was driving, and I had been singing old folk songs non-stop since we left the house. Mum and Dad always loved to hear us sing, they claim that it 's the only thing that makes them smile. We were one happy family.