Personal Narrative-Raising Hope

The door slammed and the wood of the log cabin vibrated and cracked.We knew telling our oldest daughter Hope about the move would be hard. She was twelve and had just started to make friends with some of the girls she went to school with. My husband Gary and I had an easy life raising Hope. She always studied and worked hard in school, and then helped as much as she could with the oxen and cows along with her father. Hope never failed to get good grades, keep the house clean, and be kind to everyone. Although, she was never really liked in school because when she was younger she didn’t enjoy talking to the other kids. Hope is who we worried about the most during our upcoming move. She was clearly the most upset and affected one in our family. We also had a young son, named Mark. Four years ago Mark was brought into our family, and ever since he's been the troublemaker of the house. He rarely ever listened to Gary and I and he always wanted to do what he wanted to do. I’m also scared to bring Mark along for the trip. I think he’ll be too wild on the wagons, or mess around with the animals, or run off away from the wagon train, or just get hurt. I’m going to have to …show more content…
Weaver around twenty-one years ago. In our backyard we have a reasonably sized barn and pen to keep our three cows in. When our children turn one year old, Gary and I give them a tiny calf, and they get to name them. Hope’s cow is named Rose, Mark’s cow is named Tina, and our little baby girl Faith who is one has a baby calf named Sally, which is the name of the little girl from her favorite book. Every day, my husband teaches Mark math and farming while Hope teaches herself reading, writing and math skills, and I clean the house and read books to baby Faith. Our home is usually nice and relaxed the majority of the time but it's always nice to have a little spark of energy with Mark around the