Personal Narrative: The City Of Kelowna

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The sun began to set it the city of Kelowna, reds, blues, and pinks filled the sky. The sounds of cars crossing the railroad tracks and children playing echoed within the complex. I could still remember watching her drive off into the sunset, my vision began to get blurry as the tears ran down my cheek. Was that the last time I’ll see her?

April 15th, 2009, I just finished putting my toys away from my birthday party a few days before. When I hear my father call my name from the living room. “Tia, Tia come here your mother is waiting outside” I heard my father yell as a dashed out of my room, out the front door and down the stairs to the parking lot. I saw her leaning against the trunk as her new boyfriend stood beside her. I looked behind her, seeing all the clothes and boxes stuffed into the back seat.

I just looked at her, I began to feel the tears in my eyes being to form and my
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It hurt a little more knowing I just turned 8, five days earlier. I was hoping that my alarm clock would start ringing and I would wake up and this didn’t happen, but the second her grip around my neck left I knew this wasn’t a dream. I was really watching my mother leave me at 8 years old. Leave my 6 year old brother wondering what happened. Why his mother wasn’t picking him up fridays after school to go see his little sister who left just months before. Why he spent the weekends and summers with his dad now. Would he ever see her again?

She kissed our foreheads and finished her goodbyes, promising she would call when she reached Winnipeg before getting in the passenger seat. My brother and I went towards my father as they pulled out of the drive and down the gravel road into the sunset.

We waited days, months and eventually a year before we got a call from her saying I had another sister. She came to visit Christmas 2010. We never heard from her. We never saw her again

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