Personal Narrative Essay On Groceries

I was putting away the groceries when my dog died. Perched on the counter, standing amongst the bags that still had yet to be put away, I was too focused on the task at hand to question where my parents were. It wasn’t until I had jumped off the counter and was waiting to be yelled at for being on said counter that I questioned their absence. I didn’t think much of it. Parents are weird, they do weird things sometimes. Instead of feeling concerned, I felt like I was being conned, like they were purposely making me put up all of the groceries. In an act of defiance, I left out what I believed to be half of the groceries. After all, it was only fair. Then, I retreated to the basement, my own little bat cave, until five minutes later when, as a compromise, I ascended back into the kitchen to put up all of the refrigerated and frozen goods.
I think back, every now and then, and wish that I had put everything up that day.
When my parents finally came inside and called me to the kitchen, I was ready to be upset, angry at them. I was ready to be smug for outsmarting them. I wasn’t ready to …show more content…
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Sometimes I wish we’d gotten Zack a little later so I could have been a little older when he died. I don’t remember when I was little, not very well at least. But, when I think about it, I think it was the best thing to have had him in my life when I did. I learned so much from him, how to care, how to forgive, how to love, how to deal with death. It was best that I had him in my life when I did, that I learned from him while I was still young. He was imprinted on my heart, and, with age, the marks he left will only grow