Personal Narrative: My Definition Of Medicine
My mom sat me down and came towards me with the small cup of grape medicine, which is obviously delicious…not. This is it. I’m going to die. Goodbye, Dora the Explorer. I love you. The tears were starting to bundle up and suddenly tears were falling down my face. At this point, I was sobbing over the idea of drinking that disgusting gooey, purple syrup. Tears were falling down my face, my mom was telling me to“Stop and drink it.” But that was not happening on my watch, nope.
Tears were streaming down my face and my mom was coming towards me with a small cup of dark purple medicine in her hands if I remember correctly it was Tylenol. The worst kind. I mean come on; it’s so bitter and tastes like a …show more content…
Imagine all the endless possibilities. A giant teddy bear or a small one? A regular one or do I want a turquoise one? Or do I want a stuffed animal that wasn’t a bear? A stuffed animal that was a yorkie puppy or a panda instead? I could picture myself at the toy store already and the shelves filled with stuff animals. The moment I walk into the toy store is the moment of pure joy. The endless possibilities, and I mean endless. I moved my long, dark-almost black hair out of my face and slowly moved towards the small cup filled with the death trap medicine. I’m doing this for the teddy bear, nothing else but the