Personal Narrative: Positivity In My Life

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I chose this quote because it is something that I learned to realize is important in my life. Positivity. It’s a choice but I believe it is important for each and every one of us to live by. Being positive is sending out good energy that people can feel, good vibes which people pick up on, and attracting great things. Being positive is having the pleasure of people enjoying your company. This is my grandma; she spreads positivity like a wildfire. When I was 6, visiting my grandma always brought me to joy. At her house there were no rules, I would do things that I wanted to do, a place where I can be a 100% me. But during this visit, I was visually disparate, I was angry and stubborn. I remembered this day all too well, the day before, my upstairs apartment with two …show more content…
I went to the bathroom to splash my face with some cold water to reduce the look of my crimson cheeks and puffy eyes. As I return, I tried to be a bit more civil to my grandma. The annoying thing for me is that I don’t like crying in front of people especially to my grandma because she has always seen me at my best. I walked over to the leather reclining chair and noticed sprinkles of water on the window. My grandma’s house has big windows hence I could spot it everywhere, as I walked closer to the windows, I see clouds appearing. It started raining. The rain, the fire, the occurrence the day before, and then my swollen eyes, meant I was certainly having a bad day now. My temper was starting to rise, I felt my body growing hot and my face turning as red as a tomato. My grandma saw my fists curled up and tried to comfort me but I didn’t allow her too. My grandma was never one to get mad. She was always happy and kind, but you could tell from her face that she had enough of my attitude. My grandma looked me right in the eyes and said “Lisa, sit down, I need to talk with

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