Personal Narrative Essay: The Life Of A Mother

One day a long time ago, there was a young mother. The mother and her husband had no children. Even though they tried and tried, they could not have a baby. Then the mother had an idea. She went to adopt a child and took her home. The husband was overcome with joy. As the child grew older, they started to misbehave. The couple did not know what to do. As they raised them, they were acting more and more like a stubborn brat. The mother had enough of this behavior and constantly scolded the child. The child did not mind, they did not listen to the mother. The day has come for the child to leave their family for good. The child did not even say goodbye to the mother and her husband before they left. After a few years, the child only got worse. …show more content…
The only thing was, the mother never forgot. One day the mother had a dream. The dream was about her adopted child. She had to experience all of the bad times again. By the time she woke up, she was as fierce as she was all those years ago. At night the mother snuck out of her house. She made her way to her child's house and entered through the back door. The child had a child of their own now and the mother knew what she had to do. She took the baby from their crib and ran. She ran all the way back to her house. The next morning the husband was very confused. He woke up with a new member of the household. He did not complain though and actually enjoyed having a child again. The mother and the husband raised their new baby much better then they raised their adopted child. That day the adopted child learned not to disrespect your …show more content…
It was my first time going alone, but I felt ready. I was around 7 at the time and felt like I was a grown up. I entered the store and almost no one was inside except an old man at the cashier desk. I have been there many times before and I knew where everything was. I took the list out of my pocket. Bread, Milk, Plant Food, and Cereal were written in my grandmother's exponential handwriting. I quickly gathered up all of the items on the list and went to pay for them. I took the money out of my pocket: $20. I carelessly laid the money down on the counter and waited. The cashier was slowly scanning each item and put them in the bag. I waited for at least 5 minutes before I started to get angry. I told the cashier to hurry up. He looked at me with no emotion on his face and continued with the same pace. I yelled at the old man to move faster. This time he looked at me angrily but continued. Now I was getting mad, I screamed at the cashier to hurry up or I would tell my grandfather. Now he looked at me with hatred, he yelled at me to give him more money for the groceries or I would not get them. That shut me up. I asked why I would pay more money. The old man then said, “Next time, be more respectful.” I walked home that day knowing that next time. I would respect my

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