Personal Narrative: I Am A Tiger

I’m a tiger. I have known that since I was a little and I couldn’t read. I didn’t make it up, as many children do in the kindergarten. I was truly a tiger! I had overwhelming proof of it: before the sun disappeared through the window in his bedroom, dark stripes were drawn in his skin. They also reflected in the mornings, it depended on the sun and the place I was, because when I went to school, there we all were common kids. Mother got traces of the same stripes too. I suppose she was a tigress; at the end of the day children take after their mothers.
My Mom was a real tigress and she was fierce. She went down the corridor hunching her shoulders to appear to be stronger and bigger as if she were hunting. Sometimes she would even fight with …show more content…
Mom tried to smile and to cheer me up, but tears escaped from her eyes. She lied to me saying that they were happy tears because I would go to the park, the zoo and do many nice things at last there in the out. Then her eyes seemed to get lost in all the images that we had only seen in magazines and books and she got even sadder. Still she managed to smile and to clap from time to time. She clapped real loud when I bite the cake and maybe to shoo crying she sang a birthday song. I noticed that she was sobbing when the dorm neighbor hugged her to hide her face from me.
“Where’s Mom?’” I asked later when I finish eating my slice of cake, This time, our neighbor had taken my Mom far away because she couldn’t stop crying, I knew it because I could hear them muttering and because when she came back her eyes were really red. So then, I pretended I hadn’t noticed a thing and I kiss her. She was very sad and I felt guilty to make her feel that …show more content…
She seriously told me that I had to leave. Furthermore, “that I should go and never come back again because that place wasn’t for me and that I should be happy as other kids, and breathe free air”. That’s what she said, the very next day my Grandparents came for me. I met them that day.
When I saw my Grandparents I confirmed that I’m a tiger because they looked at me with fear as if I would be ready to attack. They were so frightened that they were scared to touch me or to look at me in the eye. They were also looked at my mother with fear, and with anger, and with resentment in spite of being the first day they saw her in years. I didn’t understand why they hated her so. My Grandparents didn’t know us, but they knew my father because they were his parents. Nobody knew where he was since before I was born.
I went out of the cage convinced that I was a tiger. At the end of the day, only animals are caged. I told my mother “goodbye”, and she smiled at me, but she started doing some deep and hoarse sounds with the mouth, as the tigress that she was and that cannot hide her grandness and fortitude. Although in those moments those sounds appeared to say that she was trying to be strong, because she felt small and