Personal Narrative

I spring through the front door and thrust my backpack to the ground. Normally, my six year old self would sit at the kitchen table and finish all of my homework right away, but today, there was a sensation that I was not used to. There was a soft whimper flooding through every room of the house. I take a single step, curiously, as I hoped it would enlighten me as to where the sound was coming from. Then, I remember, my mother is home. I storm upstairs to the nursery that my father built just a week before. I poke my head through the large wooden door, and see my mother nursing this tiny human being. The baby was my new little sister, Tehya, calmly feeding from my mother’s breast. I have met her once before, at the hospital, but now …show more content…
Tehya became a teenager, and I was an hour away at school. One day, I decided to surprise her by coming home for the weekend. My last class of the week ends at noon on Friday, so I left right away. I got home, waiting for Tehya to come home from school. As she walked up the driveway from the bus, she sees my car, and races inside to shout “Onea!” We hug for a very long time, because we have gone about a month without seeing each other in person. When we part, she begins to talk about everything that has happened in the past few days since we’ve last talked. On and on she rambles, but she doesn’t know that I am only half listening, because I’m too focused on making a plan for what we are going to do over the time that I am home. I snap back from my daydream when I vaguely hear “dance recital… tomorrow at eight o’clock… are you coming?” Our mother had told me before that Tehya had a dance show this weekend, and I completely …show more content…
Her amount of energy seems to increase as she ages rather than decrease. The day of her show, I help her pack her beautiful costumes and dance bag into our mother’s car, and we all drive off to the community college a few blocks from our house. We all walk into the building together, and I watch as Tehya skips down the hallway next to our mother, to get set up. I go to save our seats in the auditorium before it fills up. Our mother comes back, and the lights dim. The curtain opens, and a group of dancers come on stage to perform a beautiful piece. Tehya’s first dance is her solo, three dances from now. When it is her turn to come on stage, I am full of anticipation. The spotlight glitters on her, in her elegant white costume. The music begins, and she twirls and leaps gracefully across the stage. The whole audience is captivated by her performance. The one difference between Tehya and I, she has the dancing ability that I never did. She can step onto a stage, and bring entertainment to anyone watching. Her dance ends, and the audience erupts in applause, however, I am the loudest, and next to my mother, the most