Radiant-Personal Narrative

Radiant As I sit here writing this, I have not typed a word without grief filled tears flooding from my eyes. Heartbroken, depressed, companionless, in the early years of my adolescent life, I had no ally, no comrade, no one. I was alone. As I moved into my house in the beautiful, sunny, Southern California I knew my lonesomeness would be abolished, I could feel it in my humble bones. The grass, the brightest green, the air, crisp and the warm sun touching my skin, soothing. As a young child adventure taunted me, I explored every nook and cranny of my the neighborhood, finding secret places high up above in trees and low beneath the dark bushes. On warm cozy day in november, I fiercely knocked on the doors of the street looking for children…not an unripe soul. Sitting on my porch, I spotted an old pruned lady, I was always afraid of old women for reason I do not remember, however something about this one struck me as purely interesting. I did not know why, but she intrigued me. The next day I woke up to my heart beating out of my chest, my muscles pulling myself out of bed. Passion for companionship ran through my body, today I meet the woman. When I rang her bell, she opened the door with a soft smile and instantly I knew, she was magical. I will never forget those comforting words spoken to me, “why don’t you come on down …show more content…
Every day I pranced over in the early morning and played cards with her, ate warm homemade cookies and watched all the classic movies. This old lady, Mrs. Kuznetsov, became my best friend, she was one who I looked up too. I adored her. She spoke to me about stories of her heroic family, amazing stories about how she fled from Russia and had to leave her beloved family behind. Emotionally, she inspired me to become the greatest human I can be. As the days went on, we became closer and closer. I never wanted to leave her side, but one day, the wind blew