Personal Narrative: Where I M Ready To Eat?

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I struggled to concentrate on the television as my Mom and this strange man passionately embraced one another on the adjacent couch. For some reason which I could not seem to comprehend, the Spongebob rerun did not demand my attention quite like seeing my Mom with this man. My Mom had promised to take me to our favorite Chinese restaurant, but as I watched the minutes tick away on the clock, I became increasingly suspicious that perhaps we were where we would stay for the night. It all started at my grandparents’ house. “Get ready, Dakota!” Nana exclaimed, “Your Momma’s gonna be here in a minute.” “I’m ready, Nana!” I fired back. I continued drawing on the legal pad I had sneaked from Papa’s study. It was my childhood dream to be an architect, …show more content…
She gave me a huge kiss on the cheek and asked, “Are you ready to go?” “Yeah! I’m starving! I haven’t eaten anything all day.” “Let’s go, then!” I hopped into the passenger side of my Mom’s car. “So, where do you wanna eat?” “I don’t know,” I said automatically. “I bet you want Super Buffett,” she said with a smirk. “I guess that’s fine,” I said calmly, even though I secretly really wanted to go there. It’s where we always went. The ladies who worked there knew us very well. My Mom was the lady who ate all of the stale whipped cream out of the cream puffs, and I was the kid who loved the place so much, even though I got chicken and French fries. “I think we can do that,” my Mom replied. We drove on for a while. We passed the same gas stations we always did, stopped at all the same red lights, but I soon noticed some things I had never seen before. Jones Drive? I asked myself. “Mom, where are we going?” I finally cracked. “I have to stop by this house and grab something really quick. It’ll only be a …show more content…
You can watch TV in there if you want to.” I nodded and continued on. I plopped down and began watching, turning around periodically to check on my Mom. After several minutes, I turned around to see Frank giving my Mom some medicine. I’m not sure why my Mom was always sick, but she always took medicine. Then she slept for a long time. Upon seeing her take the medicine this time, I really hoped it had just been a mint. I never got to spend any time with my Mom, and I always looked forward to seeing her. The pair eventually made their way where I was in the living room, still talking about “grown-up stuff” so I paid no attention. Each time I looked over at them, they got closer and closer to one another, until they eventually began kissing. They kissed a lot. They kissed for a long time. I started to nod off, until I was finally asleep. When I woke up, it was morning. Where’s Mom? I thought. I got up to investigate. After opening a couple wrong doors, I finally found her. My Mom was asleep with Frank in his bed. Neither of them had any clothes on. I began to cry. There was something about seeing my Mom in that way that made me break down. His room reeked of raw eggs and smoke. I did not want to be there anymore. I mustered up enough courage to tiptoe back in there to shake my Mom awake. After a couple tries, I

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