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Personal Narrative-Humorous Wedding Day

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It was an early morning waking up; I remember it as if it were yesterday, I opened up the windows and smelt the fresh roses from the window seal while the wind blew a small wind. “Alona, come down here!” I heard calling from downstairs. I ran freely down the steps to which I met my Uncle Johnny Wayne, who greeted me with a beautiful yellow sun dress and a pair of sparkly shoes. “Now Alona, you know today is your cousin Dana’s wedding, right?” he asked. While jumping with joy from the view of the dress and shoes, I quickly replied, “Well yes, I’m going to be the flower girl of course!” He jacked his head back and held his stomach and laughed as he usually did; I could see the glimmer in his blue eyes. All things felt right in that second, …show more content…

“Duh, I am the one to throw flowers out before Dana comes in,” I replied. “No Lona, it is so much more than that—you are there to lighten the mood, make people smile and feel happy inside, represent the bride and foreshadow how beautiful she is going to be. That’s why I bought you this dress.” The feeling of true importance swept over my whole entire body and for a moment, I felt truly needed, even at the age of six years old. He hugged me and told me he’d see me in few hours and that we would …show more content…

When it became time to send my cousin and her newlywed husband off, we all gathered around their old sports car that they were leaving on and watched as they drove. The car spun tires and let off a thick, black smoke and everyone began to cough. The smoke was so thick that you couldn’t even begin to see the person beside you, better yet afar. When it finally cleared up, I heard a loud choking sound and ran toward Uncle Johnny. He was laying on the ground and had no steady pulse for minutes. As I grew frantic, I ran toward him to try to help, but got pushed and was told to leave. They took me into the house and described the situation as they usually do to a child, beginning to tell me that he had not made it. The next three days were probably the worst of my life, condolences that were hearty and food to feed a family of 20 for multiple days. Nothing helped, I lost my best friend. Through all the heartbreak and disappointment, I began to not think about my loss, but my gains, which was the knowledge to not take people for granted, because everyone leaves in some way or another. Ever since that day, I feel blessed to say that I think I do truly see the value in people and things and I do not take them

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