Personal Narrative Essay: The Story Of My Family

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When I was a junior in high school I thought my life was like fireworks exploding on the fourth of July. Everything was surreal for me. I was on the best dance team in Klein area with the best girls on the team, I was Top 10%, and I had a family that didn’t really have any problems. A family with an extremely fierce bond that is quite indescribable. I have never been this joyful with my family. It all came crashing down when a terrible lightning strike hit our house of rocks and attacked one of us. My family is based on 3 sisters including me, 2 brothers and my mother and father. At the moment my sister Julia is pregnant and getting married. She is the middle sister and I am the youngest, the baby, and the princess but the world obviously …show more content…
On that same day later around midnight she was rushed to the emergency room. I remember my dad woke me up and told me to get dressed. My sister was vomiting, crying as if someone was punching her with a knife in her stomach, and yelling with a loud irking screech. She was holding her stomach as if someone was going to take her life. At the crease of her pants where her zipper is I could see spots of dark red spots. My family members were trying to comfort her as we arrived at the hospital. My older sister and parents were trying to get some assistance and sign in. I was a 17 year with no clue or experience of this situation. I feel asleep in the waiting room since I was still underage to go beyond the hospital emergency doors. The hospital always gives me a bad vibe. From the cold air, empty seats, and the ambulance sirens non-stop …show more content…
I don’t know what she was going through and how she felt but I knew it was terrible and there was no bright side. She was locked in her room and laid in her bed covered with multiple blankets all day and night. She was excused from work for almost a month. She had a tissue box next to her bed along with fiction love books. There was also used tissues on the floor that were wet and filled with yucky dried up dark green boogers. I remembered she didn’t want to see anyone. She distanced herself the most from her husband and then the rest of us. Depression hit; I’ve never seen any one I loved so much in depression nor have I seen it in action. Her depression made me upset and out of place because she did everything for me with love even though she was a bad person sometimes. She was always there to be the light of my day. I looked past her flaws. On One of those dark lonely nights she yelled my name over and over again. I walked in and she hugged me so tightly like if it was her last day. I removed all her hair slowly from her face and pushed it behind her ears. I whispered in her ears, “I love you. You did nothing wrong and it will only get better from here and out. We both love you.” She started crying a river. She wouldn’t stop sobbing. Sometimes I felt like I couldn’t give her any advice. First, I wasn’t a mother who lost a child before nor was I older than her and have gone through many issues that have

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