Grief, Pain, And Irony-Personal Narrative

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Screaming all i hear screaming, yelping, whimpering, I hear my sister yelling like a banshee growling like a tiger, snarling like a wild beast, there is so much grief, pain and anger in her tone of voice. I make out the sound of my mom screeching, weeping, sobbing, howling, roaring like a lion, bellowing there is sadness, pain and regret in her thundering voice. The whole room is dark i can’t see anything. Sweet, salty tears run down my face. I feel like i am being squeezed by snake, my heart is running, beating fast like a cheetah. I feel nothing, i feel numb, paralyzed, frozen, dead inside. Suddenly i can see i can move i come out of where i am and see my mom holding down my sister, My mom look like a lion holding down its prey. my

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