My Sacrifice-Personal Narrative

Ever since I can remember, I have always had very vivid dreams. Most of the time my dreams do not make any sense and at other times they can be emotionally unsettling, cryptic or even exhilarating.
At the young age of about five or six years old, I can remember having a dream that I was a superhero with a cape. I wasn’t doing anything heroic nor did I have on a special costume – I was merely flying around over my neighborhood and remember feeling content.
A few years ago while I was pregnant with my third daughter, I had such a horrible dream about my oldest daughter Jillian who had just moved away from home and was off to college for the very first time. In my dream she was alone at the beach walking along the sand and then went into the ocean for a swim. I remember feeling dread when I realized that she had drowned. This was such a heartbreaking nightmare and felt so realistic. When I woke up I couldn’t stop crying and the emotional pain that I felt all over my entire being was extremely intense. My husband who is a very heavy sleeper woke up when he heard me softly crying. He was …show more content…
This was very painful for me and I struggled for a very long time to make it on my own. When my daughter was two years old, I decided that I would go back to school to get my GED. I took a few classes, studied, took the exam over a course of two days in Mangattan and passed! I was extremely happy that I finally received my high school GED diploma, but I still felt as if I had cheated myself out of the real deal. I missed out on a real prom and a graduation. These were things that I will never have the opportunity to experience again in life. Perhaps this is why this dream of going back to school is so memorable to me and recurred so many times as a reminder that I needed to take responsibility for my own actions and build a better life for my daughter and