Personal Narrative: The Perfect Family

Do you think that you have the perfect family? Or at least a pretty good family? That’s what I thought too. My family and I always took family pictures together, we would go to parties, go out to the movies, everything that the “perfect” family would do. That’s what I thought up until the moment that I found it. When I found the thing that broke apart my so called family, and ruined my life. It was Monday, arguably the worst day of the week. I was kind of awake, but not really. I could hear the things going on around me, the birds chirping, the roosters crowing. But I wasn’t actually like awake and with the world. Do you know what I mean? I would try to open my eyes and wake myself up, but my eyes just kept on closing. I was just drifting …show more content…
Not wanting to get up, I yelled back, “Mom, you don’t have to yell! Just give me five more minutes!” I knew that she wasn’t actually going to give me “just five more minutes” but it was worth a shot. “No can do. At this rate, you’re already going to be late for school. Now get up please!” She said in a much quieter voice, now standing in my doorway. “Oh, fine, can you pour me a bowl of cereal?” I asked groaning. “I would be happy to.” She said with a smile white as paper. I slowly but surely got myself out of bed, put my feet on the cold floor, and stumbled down the hallway begrudgingly to the dining room. I started towards the table, and as I went to sit down, I slammed my knee against a post on the table. “Aghh!” I yelled. “What is it? Are you alright?” My mom said frantically rushing into the dining room. “I’m fine, but we really need to get a new table, I bang my knee on it at least 10 times a week!” I managed to get out while holding onto my knee which was in terrible …show more content…
I hurried off to her room like she told me to do, and I crouched down close to the ground to pull out the under bed container. I pulled the container out from under the bed, and pulled open the lid. I rummaged through the container and finally found the red shirt that said “HARVARD” across the front of it, which by the way was not right on top. I was just about to close the lid when I caught a glimpse of a picture of a woman on a piece of paper. I stopped closing the lid and looked at the picture of the woman. She looked so incredibly familiar, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out where or how I recognized her. It was like I knew her, but I didn’t actually know who she was. I was about to reach down and grab the paper, when my mom yelled for me to hurry up. I was itching to take a look at it, but I decided that I would just leave it alone for the time being and come back to it later. I took my shirt off and pulled the Harvard shirt down over my skin. I ran, opened the front door, and ran out to the silver suburban where my mom was waiting for me, lips pursed, annoyed that I took so long. I hopped in the passenger seat, and she drove off to school a few blocks away. She tried talking to me, but I had zoned out completely, thinking about where I knew that woman from. After a few seconds of my mom repeating my name, louder, and louder, I finally started to hear her. “Are you alright?” she said with a concerned look on her