Personal Narrative Fiction

Three weeks on intense apartment hunting, we found one that allowed children, was an amazing price, was in a good neighborhood, and it was furnished; meaning that it came with furniture. As a result of this, we didn’t have to hire a moving company. All we had was Blair’s toys and her type of furniture, so we just put it in the back of Antonio’s truck. The apartment was around 45 minutes away from the motel we were staying in, so I felt pretty safe that we would not wind up in the same area that we came from. When we finally arrived at the apartment, I was nearly crying from joy. Never in a million years did I think I would be living in a nice apartment with a beautiful child, an amazing boyfriend, and be financially stable. Blaire hadn’t really changed much from when she was only a …show more content…
“I heard there’s this new manager in town,” I began, “and I think her name is Jennifer Montiago!” I squealed. “No way!” He congratulated, before embracing me with a hug.
Within that instant, Antonio slowly backed away from me, and looked me in the eyes with a serious, yet loving look. He slowly got down on one knee, and pulled a black box from his pocket as he did so. “Antonio…” I gasped, a hand going to my mouth. “I loved you since I first laid my eyes on you back when I was 19, and saw you sacrifice yourself for your child. Jennifer Montiago, will you take my hand in marriage and marry me?” He asked, waiting for my answer. “Yes! Antonio yes!” I squealed with excitement, tears streaming down my face.
He arose, and took the diamond encrusted, 4 carat ring out of it’s box, and onto my finger. I rushed over to Blaire, picked her up, and showed the ring off to her. She reached for it with awe, and I laughed at how much curiosity was in her eyes. “You’ll understand in a couple years.” I whispered to her. “So, when should the wedding be?” I asked once we had all calmed down. I was still admiring my