Personal Narrative : A Short Story-A Story?

recalled her sadness. “I would start missing my mother from the time she arrived, knowing she

"Hey dad. Yeah we're leaving now. Okay see you soon. Love you too, bye." She hung up. "Okay, they're leaving now, we should get

“I...I don’t know. Sometimes I wish dad would just come back. And other times I wish he was never alive. He left us, to suffer with an alcoholic mother, while he’s probably living a good life with another wife who’s 20 years younger than him.” I rolled up my sleeve, tracing the scars on my wrist. We stared at the passing cars, hoping one of those was mom’s.

“Why did you just stop once you got around the corner! You knew I was coming!” I shrieked with a sudden burst of rage from the pain.

"DAMMIT ! WHY !? WHY DID SHE HAVE TO DIE NOW !? WE WERE SO CLOSE !"

"I guess it's time for me to go baby girl. Daria wanted me to tell you that dinner will be ready soon. I love you so much and everything will work just fine I promsise you that."mom says smiffing. She wrapsd around me and holds me for a minute before letting goo. I started to miss my mom already. I hate to see her. At the door, she turns back to me and gives me a small smile.

While opening the car door, I looked at my mom. "Mom, I promise you, I will be okay. I know that I turned 16 three months ago, but I'm perfectly capable driving to Eastwood."

“Sure have your dad to help you.” She said “ He's in the kitchen.”I ran out of the room and grabbed my designs then went to the kitchen.

“I have something to ask you about. I long time ago. Right after Mommy died, I was very sad. And I cried a lot. But I was afraid if you saw me cry it would make you sadder than you already were.”

Watching her coffin sink into the abyss beneath my feet sent me into hysterics. Tears streamed down my face like a ferocious river escaping a dam. I’d come to the realization that I had never lived my life without her. What would I do? It is obvious to me now that I inadvertently disrupted the entire service with my loud sobbing, but in that moment of time, it was the only thing I could do.

I felt her warm hug one last time before leaving and witnessed her glassy eyes saying that she loves me. Hannah had just pulled up and my dad had helped me carry my luggage. I watched Hannah’s dad open the trunk and my dad put my luggage in.

“Yes ma’am,” I laugh. I finish packing and pull my suitcase downstairs and put it in my car. “Bye mom,” I say giving her a hug.

She said “I will miss you too, don’t forget to pick me up!” She gave him one more hug and her dad hopped into the car, waved and drove off.

I could remember every detail of Mary. She was the kind of girl that when she entered a room, everyone would stop instantly just to capture a glimpse of her. She had silky brown hair, so long that it almost grazed the small of her back. Her eyes were chocolate brown, and people often said when you looked right into them you could almost see right into her. Those were the good memories. The memories that didn't haunt me every day. Not many people are unfortunate enough to watch their most loved one die in there cold shaky arms. I remember watching her gasp for her last breath of air while holding the back of her head trying to stop the bleeding. I knew the roads were icy that night but I insisted on catching the late show so that we could be away from our parents and finally be alone.

“Hello Sophia!” My mom said back to me, looking up from her computer while she was sitting on the couch. “I wanted to let you know that me and your dad have planned something very special and fun to do tonight!”