Personal Narrative: My Mom's Surgery

I was looking back on my childhood. As an adult, thinking back on my young life, I realized how messed up it was. Memories of fights and death filled my mind. I found myself fixated on the day my mother died and the following two days. That Sunday the doctor’s wheeled my fragile-looking mother into the surgery room. The head surgeon was a tall, fairly good-looking, young man. He looked at me, a twelve-year-old girl, and said, “We’ll do whatever we can. And if something bad happens, well, it can’t be helped.” My mom never came out of the surgery.
I skipped school the rest of that week even though my dad had wanted me to go. Instead I went down to the docks near our house. The docks were filled with cargo boats, steam boats, and people’s personal boats. There was one that the owner never used and said I could hang out in it whenever I wanted, but I wasn’t allowed to drive it. It was fairly small, perfect for a secret hiding place. The boat itself was a pastel blue color with the bow is a pastel pink. There was a cooler underneath the hatch behind the steering wheel. The classic blue cooler held various sodas and snacks.
I climbed onto the seat in the back, planning on waiting on my friend George, who knew about my little hiding spot. Then I remembered that he was on vacation with his family. After about half an hour of waiting I heard a …show more content…
I handed him a glass bottle filled with root beer and the bottle opener. I grabbed myself one as well and for the next several hours, we sat on the boat, talking about normal things. Things like how stupid school is and how glad we were for missing it. John talked about his aunt and how strict she was. I mentioned how annoying brothers could be and how lucky John was that he was an only child. Normal things any teen or pre-teen boy would talk about with their friend. We’d planned to meet up the next day at the same