Death Of My Mother-Personal Narrative

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February 16th 1998, 12:48 in the afternoon my mom always talks about that day with a laugh. What?s so significant about that day? Well that?s the day I was born. To this day my mom and I laugh about the crazy story she tells about me not being her kid. She always compares me to my older brother and how he came out extremely small, light skinned, and to top it all off, he had the most beautiful grey eyes anyone would ever see, and according to her I was the complete opposite, fat, dark brown and my eyes being the biggest and darkest you?d ever see. She claims the doctors cleaned me off and tried to hand me to her and she refused to hold me, because she was convinced they?d switched me. Of course she?s joking when she tells me this story, but …show more content…
He asked for every second of the attention, taking it away from me, and since I was so reserved and into myself I figured I didn?t need it. I embraced this life with no affection. My mom says ?Kelsey you never caused a scene, never made a spectacle, you did as you were asked and stayed quiet, I never questioned it?. Back then she didn?t know on the inside all I wanted was to be loved as much as my siblings. I knew love of course my dad was my best friend, and if you ask anyone they?ll say ?y?all were always attached at the hip? and that?s true my dad loved me as every father would love their little girl but after my parents split when I was only 1, I didn?t get that love as much only every other Saturday.
Then my mom remarried and got pregnant with my little sister, she took off work and treated her like a princess, all of her time was devoted to her. I watched the love she never seemed to have with me I envied that attention I wanted it too. I never told anyone though by at this point I realized my time to be loved had passed. I just observed from a far, I learned on my own, I taught myself everything from book smarts to street smarts. I kept my head down, always to myself, all while watching my mom have another baby and having to relive the childhood I never
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I remember one parent teacher conference when my kindergarten teacher, Ms. Inchco, said this and my mom responding with ?well why do you think that? and Ms. Incho saying ?well she never participates in group activities she?d rather work alone, she?s always alone on the playground, and her speech.? My mom looked at me and said ?her speech?? Ms. Incho said ?yes ma?am, you never noticed she stutters badly?. My mom looked astounded. She?d never heard my stutter before, because I never spoke to her. My teacher was the 1st to notice how I struggled and she started to help

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