Personal Narrative: My First Blind

How many things do people see every day? Looking around now you can probably see countless things, and yet do we actually see them all. Think of the last person you spoke to, would you be able to name the color of their eyes? We see so many people and things during our days, but we miss just as much in our rush to focus on our goals. So much of lives is lived as though we have blinders on, and when we get a peek of what's going on in someone else's lane, we can be blindsided. My first blindside happened when I was just nine years old. I remember the burning smell of the gasoline as I got off the bus with my older sister. Listening to her clambering off the steps behind me as I grab the mail from the mailbox. Kaley would rush ahead of me to …show more content…
So Kaley and I would speak in between sweet bites of our crisp apple slices that served as our afternoon snack. Afterwards began the scholarly torture that most adults called homework. Thankfully it never seemed to take me too long once I got started, but for Kaley it seemed never ending. Our mom would sit at the table with her as she tried to avoid getting caught up in the little details of the problems. Maybe that was why she saw it coming first. She always had seen the little details, the ones that most people never …show more content…
Dad had almost been transferred to a factory down in Dallas, Texas, and we had been separated for a couple months while he started getting settled down there. For some reason he got transferred back, but maybe they were going to ship us off to somewhere even worse this time? Instead they both spoke about how much they both loved us and that it was nothing that either of us did that caused this but that," your dad will be moving out to a place of his own soon." I didn't understand, why would he be leaving when he had a bedroom that he shared with Mom? That's when Kaley started yelling," You're getting a divorce?!" After that, I sat there as they calmed her down and hugged her as she cried. Just sitting there in shock I wondered how didn't I see this coming? How many signs did I miss along the way? How many nights sitting there talking to Dad did I not notice that Mom didn't give him a goodbye kiss? When did I stop seeing what was looking me right in the face? Perhaps people wear blinders to ignore what they don't want to see, but I'm not sure I ever want to be suprised like this