Personal Narrative-Home

My mama, then repeatedly whispered to me that everything was going to alright… That it was all over now, but it didn’t matter. I was inconsolable. Casper, who I stilled carried and was nestled in between us let out a little, soft meow abruptly catching me off guard and making me smile and laugh a little. With my breathing still hitching I raised him up to my face to feel the warmth of his fur on my skin. “You’d think that after seventeen years of selfishly keeping her to yourself you would introduce me to my granddaughter.” A voice then said calling out from behind us. I turned around to see a woman standing there before us in the moonlight. She had beautifully long, raven-dark hair and her eyes pierced the night’s veil like neon jade. I had recognized her instantly from the photographs in our house. She was my Grandmother Lyanna, and her very presence lit up the surrounding forest basking everything in a warm, loving glow. …show more content…
“Hello, Mother.” My mama hesitantly said to her. “You know that you could’ve just come down to Alabama anytime you wanted to see us. I never kept Cera from you. You didn’t have to go through this whole elaborate scheme to bring us back here.” “Alabama was never your home, my child. Mt. Harrison is.” My grandmother said back to my mama tenderly. “Besides, you know what would’ve happened if I had ever left here.” “And, that was the problem.” My mama quickly snipped back. “We could never leave. We always had to defend this place… And for what? It wasn’t even our fight. It was between this girl and our ancestors who lived here almost three hundred years ago. And, who were we protecting anyways, a village of people who hated us?” my mama said now lashing out in anger—emotion filling her