Personal Narrative Analysis

“Put that chair down, right this minute!” yelled my mother in an enraged tone filled with authority what seemed like in a distance. Was she yelling at me? Why was she angry at me? Did she not see what her son was doing to me? There comes a point in everyone’s lives in which they reach their limit, and this was mine. It had been a long, stressful week in school filled with projects, papers, and due dates around the corner. What I wanted to do was to finish my last presentation in order to have some free time for myself, so when I got home, I tried to eat as fast as possible in order to finish my last presentation, but like always, Roman, my brother, was waiting for me. At that time, he had recently graduated college, but like many college graduates, it was hard to find a job in the area they had studied, so he stayed at home. I usually called him a parasite since all he did then was take from my parents. He started picking at me, eating my food, hitting me in the head while I was eating, and I, like always, ignored him and continued eating fast in order to leave to my room. “Hey! Stop eating so fast. You’ll choke yourself to death, and I don’t feel like going to a funeral,” said Roman in between chuckles …show more content…
I found my mom would leave us alone on purpose in order to get us to talk but neither one of us would budge. That week I started to reflect more on the words I said to him like how he drained the life out of my parents and how he brought no income. Those words started to have a weight on me. I wondered if it had been me who said that and if I felt that way towards my own brother; however, I shrugged it off and blamed it on my anger. That weekend we had a family gathering in which all my uncles and cousins on my mother’s side would get together to celebrate my uncle’s birthday. Usually in these family gatherings, my brother and I would be together throughout