Personal Narrative: Parking Home

I got my dog almost one year ago. We got him on november second 2014. Me and my sister had begged our parents to get us a dog but they kept saying no. THe day that we ended up getting him my parents just said that we were going camping. They said we were going camping in a cabin a few miles from Bend Oregon.

“Turn the wheel baby! You have to get the car parallel to the curb!” my mother yelled as I failed yet again to maneuver into the parking space.

You may have asked why I started with that saying but just imagine an elephant sitting on you it would probably be heavy right? Well that’s how felt on cold morning knowing what I had to do and if I don’t do it right the first time five more elephants would have been sitting on me.

The room is peaceful now, it is just Aaron and I sitting here with our son. Holding him and just looking at him while he sleeps. A nurse comes in and I ask her when we can go home and she says, "it looks like you can tomorrow."

Renees heart was going to pound out of her chest that night. Her hands were clammy and beads of sweat were rolling down her face as she held her new bulky phone to her moist ear. She knew that she needed to tell her parents that her new business degree, that they had just paid for, was no longer what she wanted to do. She had found a new interesting in the medical field but knew her parents would be furious if she told them that every penny they had just spent was just a waste. The phone felt like it was ringing for a million years with the familiar buzzing noise, but at last she heard her mother's sweet voice in the other line. Not knowing how to address the situation renee tried to avoid the conversation for as long as possible. Her voice

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“Frank,” Gerard whispers from his bed, rustling the covers and he turns to face me. Propping his head in the palm of his hand he waits for me to respond. Which I don’t, because it’s nearly 4am, so I at least give him a loud ‘humm’. “Can I see your tattoos?” he asks like a little kid asking for candy. I nod even though he can’t see and flick on the lights. Practically blinding me. I sit up and pull off my shirt nonchalantly. It seems like a weird request for most people, but it’s happened to me so much I am overly comfortable with my body. His eyes widen and stands up cautiously, acting like if he got too close I’d bite him. Even though I only have a few, he looks like it’s his first time watching porn. He cocks his head, looking at my face, confused. “What are these?” he says, holding out his hand point, but stopping a few inches from my ear. Almost as if he was going to touch, but couldn’t. I wish he would. Not in the creepy way, I mean, I’m straight. Sure. But I wanted him to know it was okay to touch me. For the future.

As I was on my way to work today, the car in front of me, suddenly made a stop for no reason. I was on the left lane, and there was truck on the right lane so I couldn’t switch lanes. Instead, I made a sharp turn on to the opposite lane, there wasn’t any cars. That was the dumbest thing that I had ever done, as driving on the opposite lane a car was driving real fast my direction. I stepped on the gas pedal so I could speed up and get back on my regular lane, but the driver that had suddenly stopped decided to step on the gas too. So, as I’m speeding up trying to switch lanes this guy isn’t letting me and the guy that’s heading my way is real close to colliding with me. At this point I’m scared, now I have two choices either I risk it speed

I sat there less than 50 yards from the Borbous River in Leslie, Missouri on the amazing 150 acres of land. Sadly though I have been left, abandoned. My loving family gone, never to return. Once they ran and played outside next to me but now I am alone. The land is overgrown, left without care. The fence that once keep out animals and other things has fallen and left me exposed. The watery air that once caused me to radiate and glisten now leaves nothing but crude marks of oxidation on my aluminum roof. I remember the days that little feet would run through my halls, the sweet smell of breakfast being cooked, and the sharp smell of whiskey being poured. Now all of those things are gone. I no longer hear those feet or smell the breakfast or the whiskey. I witnessed the children grow and leave and the parents

After the movers hauled away Jacob’s belongings, I went through a few things in the attic and the garage. When there was a pile of junk in the middle of the floor, I wondered how I was going to gather all of the crap by the curve with the trash bins. I looked around the garage and spotted Jacob’s green wheelbarrow. That was how I was going to get this mess out of here. After filling the wheelbarrow up three times, I was finished in the garage.

I live in Sioux City, Iowa, and I traveled all the way to Minnesota. At the beginning, we parked our car, could not find a parking spot, it was like a pile of bees trying to get out of the hive. Finally, found a parking spot all the way in the back. Initially, we got out of the car stretching, hungry, and anxious to get in and see the biggest Mall in the world. First, we had to get a quick bite, so much to choose from, smells so good like having an all to eat buffet. Second, we went to a shoe store, I love shoes so much I collect them. So we went in spotted a shoe from a distance. I asked the worker do you have a size 6 ½, they said you are lucky it was the last pair, I copped them, I bought another pair of shoes before and I only had 0 dollars

My family is full of narrow-minded, supercritical Italians; they know what they like and what they do not like. When it comes to food and customer service, my family does not mess around. Growing up around that for so many years, I would say that I also carry those traits. During a conversation, my aunt brought up a restaurant called Hearthstone. She went on a rant about the price of the food and how the quality of her meal was not as extravagant as it should have been for how much they were charging for it. Mind you, my aunts' been to some of the best restaurants in the country so she has a lot of background. Once she had all of those negative things to say, I already had a predetermined mindset of this place. I knew I had to try this so-called

I was only 18 when I lost mom and when I was 35, I lost dad as well. I remember getting a phone call from the prison on Monday, November 16, telling me that there was an altercation that day, which was code for prison riot. I saw it on the news later that night, 4 other guys besides dad died as well. They told me that dad was shanked 9 times and by the time the guards were back in control, he had already lost too much blood. Becky, my wife of 11 years saw me cry for the first time in our marriage. I had never gotten to say goodbye to my mother and I was also deprived of saying goodbye to my father as well, I just hoped my 8 year old daughter, Katherine, would not share my same fate.

The moment I walked through the door, I knew something was wrong. The whole bus ride home, I had an uneasy feeling, but had know idea what it would be from. Maybe it’s just a stomach ache, or I’m stressed about all of my school work. All of these thoughts were racing through my head; however, one step through the door, I knew I was wrong.

In the car ride home, I was confused myself. I was clueless as to why my dad looked so angry and my parents were bickering back and forth about something. I remember my dad screaming “I don’t fucking know why!!!” to my mom. When we got home my grandparents followed right behind us. My grandpa said to my dad “Ryan, what’s going on?” Agitated, my dad swiftly turned to face my grandpa replying “I got laid off! They told me there were too many workers, but they get rid of the guys who have been working there for years and know what they’re doing and keep the new guys they imported with no experience? I don’t understand!” My dad marched to our back steps and sat looking straight forward. Tears started to roll from his eyes. MY father revealed the teenager inside; he took his souped up Toyota pick-up and took off.