Narrative Essay About Crystal

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A couple weeks ago, I had made a new friend with a girl who works at one of my favorite local crystal shops. As I was gazing at the display case litter with malachite, I overheard the lady at the register, who had been helping me not two minutes before, comment to the customer checking out that today was her birthday. After hearing how she could not be with her family due to the fact the her boss insisted on scheduling her on her birthday, I decided to purchase an amethyst crystal for her to keep as a small birthday present. She was so overjoyed and touched by the gift that she started tearing up. We ended up exchanging names and numbers in hopes of getting together a different day. Unfortunately, between both our works and travels, it was …show more content…
After a brief string of text messages, we arranged a date and time to have a mini tea party at her new apartment. As we were slipping our delightfully warm drinks, we learned we have a lot in common! Besides our love of tea and ginger snaps we dip in them, we were able to share our passion for crystals. We dove into a detailed discussion on the healing properties, historical facts, and assigning chakras for many different types crystal. We continued to bond with our baking skills. Like me, my new friend, Nicole, has a passion for preparing mouth watering treats. We were able to talk about unique recipes we have made in the past. These desserts ranging from sweet potato cupcakes to chocolate Guinness cake, and even Limon cello sorbet. Nicole and I have even set up a time to meet the following week to have a baking party. It was incredible enjoyable to have some tea and to get the know more about Nicole. I am usually extremely uncomfortable when initiating a conversation in hopes of making a new friend, but I am beyond elated that I was able to step out of my comfort zone and help start a beautiful new …show more content…
When I thought about someone who would be truly uplifted by hearing such expressions, I thought of my grandmother Germana. My grandmother and I have had a very emotional kinship. When I was merely a baby, my biological father was killed. Shortly after I was taken away and we were to have no future contact with each other. At the age of thirteen year old I set out to find her. After months and months of searching, I finally came across someone who knew her and we were reunited. Despite being overwhelming jovial to meet the last living piece of her son, I was also a constant reminder about what happened to him. She refused to tell me anything about my father and would often get easily agitated at me. The constantly interchanging emotions of contentment and desperate sorrow not only broke my heart, but made it exceedingly more difficult to maintain a healthy relationship with her. For me to call her out of the blue and let her know that I do care about our relationship, I believe, would probably be very meaning to her. When I called, I simply told her how thankful I am to have her in my life. I also reminded her that, as I am a major part of her son, she is an even bigger part of my dad. Then, I let her know how my father was made more blissful in heaven to see that we found our way back together. My words brought her to tears and hearing her cry made me start to cry as well.

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