Personal Narrative: Talia's Home

I gave her a hug and a soft kiss on the cheek which caused her to catch her breath. I then turned and slowly left. As I opened the door I looked back and had a long look at her. I could feel hope, as well as calmness in the “MAGIC” and because I hadn’t felt that for a long time, I felt comforted. I was hoping she felt my optimism for us too. She was still sitting sideways in her chair staring at me as her fingers were caressing the spot where I gave her the kiss. I noticed the familiar little smile she used to have was back, so I smiled back, blew her a kiss. I then

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.

Soon after that dark but vivid experience, I found out some heartbreaking news. Her name was Tayloor’ Shae’ Johnson. She and I were so close that you could barely tell us apart. She helped me with all of my problems and everything that I was dealing with. Since my first grade year and her third-grade year, we have always been together. Then she had to move to Montana with her dad, because of family issues with her mom and step-dad. After proceeding off the airplane and getting in the car she was on the way to her father’s house when instantly an eighteen-wheeler truck impacted the car. Tayloor’ was immediately rushed to the hospital. The doctors didn’t know what else to do. She later was

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.

We met down at the Chocolate Café pretty late because we had to work around her schedule. And as I sat there talking to her, about things I haven’t thought about for years, I felt content. Even though the nostalgia of the situation was bittersweet, I enjoyed it. I needed closure to move on with my life, so I didn’t keep thinking about where I would be if she had stayed. We talked about everything that we missed about life back then; about sleepovers, about spilled chocolate sundaes, about runaway trains.

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!

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.

You drive far into town, through the house you had once called home on Madison and Sixth. The new owners have repainted. It hurls the memories back at you and you allow yourself feel again—the clattering of Lego against wooden floors, his voice barreling to quieting yours, father and son playing catch on the green lawn. You allow yourself feel these things. The

Sunday night dinner at my Nonna Gerarda’s house consists of al dente pasta with a

And then she turned to me. I felt special that she had saved me for last. I smiled at her, and she did the same to me. We had grown inseparable over the past few years especially, but now it was time to say goodbye. I knew at that point that nothing at all would change, that we would still be sisters, still be best friends, still be inseparable. Who cares if we’re 5 ½ hours away? This was us.

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

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

Goodbyes are hard; saying goodbye to your best friend is harder. I had been dreading the day when it was time for Maya, the foreign exchange student, to go back to Germany. It was mid July and we were at Denny's. After we finished our meal, we went outside to say goodbye. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably as she hugged me. We told each other how much we cherished our time spent together, and how much we loved each other. I would never be ready for the moment when we broke apart, and she had to leave. One full year with her was not nearly enough time, but she had to leave. It was one of the hardest days of my life, and it is a day I will never forget.

As the end of the night approached us, I couldn’t stop thinking about how many mixed emotions I had about starting a whole new chapter in my life. I couldn't wait to go to college, meet all new people, get a degree so that I could start my career path, but I knew that meant I had to say goodbye to my two best friends, who were moving several hours away from me. This was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do in my life. We all cried a little, and then made promises to keep in touch, and then we were off into the real world! I was very happy to be at this point in my life, but I was scared deep down inside.