Personal Narrative: The Birthday Party

We were on the way to Logan when Kurt overheard me reminding Bo that my birthday was on the sixteenth, not the fourteenth. We went into Al’s Sporting Goods to look around. I was only along for the ride, as people who have no money do.

Kurt suddenly wrapped his arm around my shoulder and said, “Now Emily, I would like to buy you something for your birthday, if that is okay.” The words that used to be in my mind, ran away like a mouse hiding from a cat for I did not know what to say.

Later that week, at Bo’s house, Kurt said to me, “I want you to look me in the eye.” “I have been trying to get Bo to go to Prom for years and now that he is going, I would like to give you a little money for your dress.”

Being the person that my mother has raised

Food spreads across the dinner table every night, the house sparkles with beauty, and the garden thrives with life because of her. When I have been turned over and hurling up all of the food in my uneasy stomach, she has always fastened my hair back gently into her hands. She does not care that she could catch this draining parasite from me, she still pulls me into her arms and runs her fingers through my hair until I am fast asleep. She is the kind of mother that cleans my room when she can see that I am busy and can not get to it myself. My bed towers four feet above the ground; therefore, my bed is difficult to get blankets on to after being washed. However, because of her, the job becomes much more effortless. She is the brightness in my life.

The word supportive does not even come close to defining my mother. I made many mistakes as a child and continue to make them, but her love for me still radiates out of her petite redheaded body. Even when glass is shattered all over and water is seeping out onto the wood floors, she is right by my side to help clean it up. She is the person that will climb into bed with me when I am sad. She is the person that wipes away my tears and is my best

My mother is the greatest example in my life and she always will be. Taking in to consideration everything I had been taught by my mother, my brain whirled and my eyebrows wrinkled as it was trying to decide whether to accept Kurt’s offers or not. I thought about the all of the times that my mother had helped others out and not excepted much, but I also remembered her ability to see where others were coming from. I remembered the support she has always shown me and knew Kurt wanted to support Bo and I at Prom. I also remembered the kindness she has inflicted onto multiple individuals. Realizing that Kurt was showing his love for me, I decided to take the gift and his offer of a hundred dollars for a dress that I would only be wearing once.

I said, “thankyou” more times than I could count because I wanted him to know how grateful I was for him, the same way my mother had shown her gratitude for me.

I now have a realization of how often I use what my mother has taught me in my everyday life and because of that, the bond I have with my mother is