Personal Narrative: The Drive Home

On August 2nd, 2007, I remember it was a glorious sunny day; the rays from the sun shined through the perfectly shaped clouds and the slight breeze was just enough to keep me cool. The drive home was peacefully. Just watching the trees sway and the dirt flying behind the car as my dad accelerated and Kaitlin (my autistic sister) laughed with her music. He was driving faster than he normally did but I didn’t put much thought into it because I was so happy to see my aunt’s beige little Toyota parked in our massive driveway. I ran excitedly into the house to get ready for a cool swim. Until, I walked into my dreary room. It was as if something sinister took a hold of it, I trembled when I saw her standing in the middle of all this darkness; crying. “What’s wrong?” I asked her. Alex tried to speak but her mouth couldn’t catch up with the words she was trying so hard to spit out. Her tears fell into a puddle around her. Everyone had disappeared and I couldn’t remember where they were. So, I stood in that gloomy room with her; trying to relieve her from this sorrow she was feeling, but when she did it felt like an eternity had passed by. She stared at …show more content…
I sat on the wooden bench, which was away from everyone else, a few cousins would walk up and ask how I was doing or share their condolences. My mom quietly stepped out of a closed off room, she walked towards me and grabbed my hand to guide me behind her into that same room. We carefully placed our feet one by one on the ground as we stepped towards this dark oak colored casket. His pale face stood out from his pitch black suit. I could see the scar from his deadly wound near the left ear. As I stared, waiting for him to just wake up and say that he is okay, my mom squeezed my hand; “Do you see him smiling?” she asked. I closed my eyes and pictured his warm smile. “Yes.” I