Personal Narrative Essay : A Short Story

I cleared my throat, “No,” I said as I pulled the door closed behind me.

On a cold December morning snow blanketed the ground while a frozen mist masked the trees. Only the very tops could be seen. I stepped outside and inhaled the clean, crisp Texas air. Still half asleep, I walked to the truck feeling the soft powder compact beneath my boots and the snowflakes melt as they hit my skin. It was the time of year that I had been longing for.

When I woke up in the morning, my mom had left for work. My dad was singing in the kitchen, banging pots around. I got up, tiptoed down the hall, washed my face. A neatly wrapped present lay on the bathroom counter. It was addressed to me. I stuffed it into my robe pocket, and rushed back down the hall. Under the covers, I opened the package. On the first page of a small, leather notebook, an inscription read: to a writer, love your mother. I never wrote anything in the notebook. I could never think of anything good

She told stories that began to have new meaning when she told them for the last time. They felt deeper and drive themselves further into my heart where they still reside. Nana then went on to explain how she was sick of fighting and her one wish was for us to just let her go peacefully. At the time I was so angered by her selfishness. How could she give up when my aunt had another baby on the way. A baby that would never know her grandmother. A baby who would never know the warmth of her hugs. I begged her to stay. I cried at her side begging her to stay so we could make more memories like the ones that she had just told. She refused and told me to stay strong with a smile that I took the wrong way. I was so angry at her. How could she abandon her family? How could she be so greedy to do this? I told her I loved her and walked out of the room in a rage and when I got to the hallway I collapsed in an immense rush of emotions. This competes for the lowest part of my life. I sobbed on the floor and didn’t care who saw me or when a kind nurse tried to help me up. I was frozen in anguish as my mind tried to figure out what was happening. If I had known

As you know, things are not going as Margot and have played out. I things are little rough. I just got a message from work and they want me to go to Texas for week, May 9th -13th.

“Katherine, come here please!”, I jumped out of bed and came downstairs to see why my parents had called me down.“Pack your stuff Kat. We will be moving in a couple of days”. My first thoughts were how could we leave a place we had called home for the past twelve years. I would be leaving all my childhood friends and relatives and leaving behind all the memories we once cherished.

“OK” she said and turned to me. “I think we need to go now so I have time to unpack and re-arranged everything”

My name was announced over the loud speaker “Gary Winthrop now up to bat.” I stepped into the box and took a practice swing. I starred the pitcher right in the eyes tempting him to throw me the ball. He wound up and threw me a slow curve ball that felt like it was hanging in the air forever. I took one step and took a smooth swing. The ball popped off my bat like a rocket and flew over the fence to score the winning run. All 50,000 fans in the stands went crazy. I heard my alarm clock go off, dang it was just a dream. I really didn't feel like going to school.

"Well me and Ryan will be downstairs waiting," She smiled. She disappeared out of the doorway and made her way downstairs.

It was a Saturday morning and it was game day. The game didn’t start until 12:00 and we didn’t have to be there 10:45 A.M. Once all of us got there and we finally got into the gym to shoot around and warm up, Alicia and I were talking about who St. Marys had all beaten. From who they had beaten, they sounded pretty good. After a while of shooting we started to stretch. Alicia, Hannah, and Emily were near me so I asked them why the other team wasn’t here yet. Emily said “I don’t know they normally are already here”. By this time Taylor Swift’s song came on which is Emily’s favorite singer. The song was “22” and Emily started to sing “We will just keep dancing like were 22”. Once we were done stretching we started to shoot

Standing up, she first glances at the dog, then back at me. “The patio is covered, and with the shade from the trees he won’t be in the hot sun.” Tilting her head to one side, and with a mischievous little smile on her face she continued. “You enjoy building things, so how long and how much work will it be for you to build a small dog house for this little guy?” “Then I guess we will be taking him home with us,” I asked.

“Well, when are you going to join me?” Alice asked, as she began to climb into the chilled environment of the fridge.

I always expected her to come back in one piece. This time was different. The summer of my 8th birthday I bid my farewells to Mamaya and Patony not knowing that this would be the last time I would ever hear her speak. The last time I would ever hear the words, “Te amo.” spoken to me. My father drove them to the airport where they got on a plane to leave for Mexico. I went about my daily business, playing, digging for worms, being a kid. For two days I did this, I was fine. I was counting down the days that they would be back. Then the third day came. As I was busying myself with preparing an imaginary pie for my teddy bear, the phone rang. I ran to pick it up because my mom happened to be sitting on the toilet. I handed it to her and continued to feed my bear. She said “Hi!”. There was a pause as she listened to the response. I waited for her to say something, but nothing was said. All I remember her saying was “Okay.” I walked over to her to ask what was the matter and came face to face with a sobbing mother. I hated seeing her cry, which is what I think may have caused me to cry. Then she told me that Mamaya was not coming back and that I won’t be able to talk to her anymore. As my 8 year old brain processed this, I began to sob. I began to scream. I began to kick. I began to scream and cry and yell that I hated everyone. I cried so hard that I couldn’t breath. I cried so hard that my stomach

I grew up at Mexico with my grandparents I had my six birthday party at Mexico and my mom never showed up I was so sad because I haven’t seen her for four years and I thought something bad happened to her then three days later I told my grandma to call her so she didn’t answer I was crying so I just went to play with my dog for a while then my grandma call me she told me that my mom was on the phone I was so happy we talk for hours then she told me that she was going to hang up so I ask her why then she told me that she was going to work so I said bye to her then I left I went to my cousins house and they ask me why I was so happy then I told them that I was talking to my mom and they were surprised so we went to the soccer field and played it was getting dark and I had school the next day so we all went home and took and shower and went to bed . My grandma woke me up and I got dressed I ate breakfast then I went to school I was happy because I was going to learn but then there was this girl that she always was making fun of me and I didn’t like her because she was always

"That's why I'm heading home now," I stated. "I'm going to go drop you off at home and head back home for the day."