Personal Narrative Essay On 'My Glum'
...I make a dash past My Mum’s prize scarlet red and sky-blue roses and enter our house via the kitchen door that My Mum always leaves wide open when I am outside. I rush to a stop in front of the yellow plastic-surfaced kitchen table where My Mum is sat facing me with both hands wrapped tightly round her ancient commemorative Royal Jubilee mug looking glum. My lunch of a ‘Best of Both Worlds” wholemeal/ white bread jam sandwich is on a light green ten centimetre diameter plate in front of her. I force myself to resist the urge to investigate the sweet fruity goodness that is my sandwich before I have dealt with My ‘glum Mum.’
Why is My Mum glum?*
My Mum has clear droplets of water shaped like tearssliding down both cheeks from the inside corners of both eyes. Something here is not quite right and I screw my face up in concentration. Tears mean someone is sad, sad is worse than glum. People do not usually cry when they are glum, apart from my uncle Roger who ‘suffered from depression’ and cried sixteen times in all of the times …show more content…
Another area of pink extends from one centimetre below his mouth to encompass his ears, to include all of the crest which starts with the pink of the face, blending into a gold colour. There are seven bony-looking golden spikes coming out of Tito’s head, all spaced evenly apart with gold and pink patched webbed skin joining the spikes to make a complete crest. As I look up at him from the front of Tito’s head I can see the spikes start small and then increase in size until the fourth and largest spike is pointing directly up. The remaining three spikes consecutively reduce in size until they get to the smallest spike being the