Personal Narrative

One year ago, on January seventh I learned not to take even some of the worst situations for granted. Sitting in the white minivan, I anxiously waited for my mom who stood on the porch pacing back and forth, while listening to my hungry, screaming little sisters. She received a phone call while we were walking out the door of the oral mouth surgeon, after getting a quote for the total price of the pulling of my sisters wisdom teeth would be. As I watched her, she had kept her back turned towards the wall , and I could feel something way down in the pit of my stomach. I looked back towards her and saw her coming down the stairs to the door to come get in the car, and I could tell she had been crying, even though she had her sunglasses to try and hide it. Us, and the car itself, rode home in silence, my sister and not knowing what was going on. …show more content…
She told me to fix my little sisters, Anna, and Lilly supper. So, my cousin and I prepared their food while my sister, Kailey handled the dishes and Lucy, Brooklynn’s mom, began laundry. My mom returned to pacing along to yard while holding the phone to her ear. When she returned, she asked for us to gather together in Kailey’s room. On the way back towards the room I felt as if I was back in kindergarten because of the line we walked in.
I stood right in front of the door, while my mom tried to tell us. I saw her bite her lip while she teared up again, my aunt took control and broke the news to