Personal Narrative: Talia's Home

Personal Narrative- The Day My Sister Left for College I had woken up extra early that morning to watch it all happen. To watch part of my life that had been ever so dominant disappear in a small gold 96’ Saturn. I watched it carefully, not thinking that these few moments

I couldn't believe we were actually leaving Florida. My heart sank when I got into the car. "Why do we have to leave?" I asked my mom as I started to cry. My brother had helped us pack, and he walked up to the car and gave me a hug and said goodbye. Saying goodbye back was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Earlier today a few of my friends dropped by to say goodbye. I love my friends in Florida i didn't want t leave them at all! But, The hardest part of today was leaving all of my family. I don't now what I'm going to do without knowing that they were not going to be a few minutes away anymore. They would be 16 hours away!

The car's wheels caress the highway lovingly. I forget the rumble of the cars behind for a moment, instead focusing on the insignificant touching of the wheels and ground. My sister sat at the wheel seemingly waiting for some kind of sign, waiting for me. She spoke, “Are you excited about moving back to Meetleburg?” As if, I am leaving behind all that I have worked for in the past four-teen years! I stayed silent to the dismay of my sister.

At younger ages, my niece Mckenzie and I used to go to my abuela’s house all the time. The old woman with the Panamanian accent loved spending time with her family, and it gave my parents and brother a break from watching over us. Mckenzie and I had many places where we would play, but none as often as the basement.

And despite how badly I want her back, back in the safety of my arms, there is nothing that can be done to change what has happened. My heart mourns over the grief of her passing. Oh, the pain, it causes me unbearable pain, but I oddly seem to like it. It reassures me that our love is true, that our love is strong and eternal. As peculiar as it may sound, I hope that the agonizing pain will never ease as the time passes by, I hope that my heart will continue to ache, validating that my love for her is still remains, treasured in my heart, till the day we reunite, embrace and rekindle our love for each other. Till the day we reunite in the afterlife, where our love will continue to grow

A few years ago, a friend of mine named Angela, invited me to her family’s Thanksgiving. The invitation was offered for the sole reason that she did not wish to be alone with her cousin, who to her and to her parent’s was a corrupting influence. An agreement was struck and my mother and I drove to the camp where it was to be held and sojourned for the night. Upon our arrival it was just Angela’s immediate family and us, and even when her cousin arrived, we avoided her. However, in the morning the situation changed. Not only had Angela’s friend, Christian, who I was not expecting, arrived, but Angela’s parents convinced Angela to spend time with her cousin. This transmuted the entire dynamic of the environment.

I sat up as my eyes started to fill with tears. I clenched my arm trying to forget the pain I was currently feeling. I was trying to catch my breath but my heart felt like it was pounding one million beats per second. The grass was drowning in the water rushing from my eyes. All I could think of was pain.

I was walking to Hayley’s house one day, the air was cool, the clouds were out and so was the sun. It was a perfect day to ride my longboard and to hangout with Hayley.

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Sunday night dinner at my Nonna Gerarda’s house consists of al dente pasta with a zesty tomato sauce seasoned to perfection with a hint of basil, savory beef, vinegar glazed salad, and salty prosciutto. Olive oil is the basis of the entire delicious meal. While we enjoy our food, my

It was three a.m. in the morning, and I had just crawled into my comfy bed. Being that I was twenty one and working at Pizza Hut till one a.m. this was a normal ritual. I heard my phone text alert go off, but I just wanted to get some much needed sleep. Being it had to be a pointless text since it was so late I ignored it. Suddenly my phone ring, it was my younger sister, Amanda, who was seventeen at the time “You need to come get me from Amber’s house”, is all she said very quietly. “Wait it’s three in the morning and you want me to come get you?” Amanda started quickly talking about being at Amber’s house, a party and cops. By now I was anxiously awake, getting dressed and finding my keys. I didn’t know the whole story yet, but it

I was really going to miss them because I’ve known them for more than 7 years and now, they’re going away from me. At first, I felt a little sad, but I knew that things in life happen for a reason. Maybe, I’ll make new friends that are nearly the same as my old friends. As each day passes by, I eagerly anticipate what’s to come in the future and I don’t usually get my hopes too high, however, I know that I need to spend more time with my friends than I did before. I need to enjoy this moment with them because when one more year passes by, I probably won’t even see them again because they’ve made new friends. Although it’s a very depressing subject, there is always something good that will come from

Reflecting on my emotions from the past week I can say, I am finally able to smile. This past weekend, I had the opportunity to attend my husband’s Basic Military Training graduation, which took place in San Antonio, Texas. I had been waiting for this event all quarter, that day where I would finally get to see my Airman. Even though I was only in Texas for a few days that was enough to appreciate, and realize how much I missed and need my husband. Nonetheless, the hug and that kiss at the end of his graduation made up for all of the tears and sacrifices I had to go through these past weeks. It had been eight long weeks without seeing him, so I was super excited to see him. However, before getting to the base, I wondered if he would be the same person. I wondered if I would be able to turn on my emotions or pick up where we had left off. I was unsure, of my emotions since I had managed to turn them off for some time, I was afraid of the way I would react, nevertheless, all I wanted was to see him.

She began coughing, she held her throat in pain; I asked "What's wrong? Are you getting sick?" She shook her head as she continued coughing "N-no." She cleared her throat "I have blood coming up as I cough." I knew what that meant right away, it was back and life is going to go downhill for us. I hugged her "It's okay. We can get your treatment in whatever state has the best for you." She rubbed my arm "You leave in a few months. Sucks how life works."

I stared at my old home a small brick house with what use to be a red door but now the paint has faded from the years. The red window shields bent and crooked and the windows are barricaded with wooden planks. Small patches of dead grass pop out the snow and the three trees in the front law are absent of leaves. The drive way still had the same red Nissan car only the back window was busted out. "I guess my mom never made it out her house." I thought to myself. I lost many people through the years some I even had to put down myself just like a soon to be rabid dog. As I stare at my