Changing My Life-Personal Narrative

I did not know that I was about to hear the words that would change my life forever. It was just a regular Friday afternoon in August at around 3:30 pm. My dad had just come back from the Kellogg Eye Center; he was getting his eyes checked because he had a lesion leak making a cloud over his left eye. When he and my mom got home, he was lying on the couch looking very sad. I went into the kitchen and said “Wow, he looks really sad”. "Well, Hannah, he has stage four lung cancer, and he will not get better”. I looked at my mom with the straightest face ever and broke down sobbing. I cried for hours. After that, I went upstairs into my room and shut the door and did not come down. At around 6:00 pm, my mom came into my room with dinner. …show more content…
“I will be staying there for nine days to take care of his dogs while he is on vacation,” he said. This was the happiest I had been in months. For a minute, I felt like an average person again. That night I went home at 6:30 pm to eat dinner with my family. I hadn’t done that for months either. There was just a weight that came off my shoulders. I did feel like an average person again, and nothing was going to take that away from me. I did not like to be the person whose dad is going to die soon and he had cancer. I hated to be treated differently; I just wanted to be a normal person …show more content…
Right when my mom got home it was about 5:15 pm. When we were driving to go get on the highway, we were blocked by traffic. “How about we go home, eat some dinner and wait till rush hour is over” my mom said. “Okay” my brother and I both said. We went to go get on the highway at around 6:00 pm. There was no traffic. Ten minutes later we got a call from Farmington. They said he was dead. I felt a huge weight go off my shoulders and was now truly free. When we got there I did want to see him. When we went into his room, he was lying there, dead, right in front of my eyes, and I did not care. I left the room, and my brother and I went out to the car. My mom still had to fill out some paperwork so were alone in the parking lot while inside my dad is laying there dead. I was still really freaked out by the fact that I just saw my dad dead. My brother and I did not cry; we just talked about the hockey game the night before. Finally when my mom was done we went home. I thought to myself that it is all over, everything is done, and he is dead. My dad is