Personal Narrative: The Day I Find My Real Mom

Short story One day. I am lucky enough to find my real mom in one day before I make a new start at college and leave everything behind. I still remember the day she was pried off my little fingers along with the screaming and crying. I was only eight years old but smart enough that mom had become an alcoholic and there were consequences to come. I haven 't seen her for 10 years now, but hopefully that is going to change since I am a legal adult today. The day that i make all decisions for myself. I start my new mature adult life by making my first decision to get ready, which I regret the minute I leave my bed. As I start the faucet to take a shower, i 'm reminded of the days my mother used to run baths for me, the days when she kissed my forehead before bed and the day she was taken away from me. Although she was not the

“Lizzy?!” Nobody has called me that in forever, I start to form tears in my eyes. “It 's me” I say smiling. I tell her everything that happened in the last 10 years in 15 minutes until we get on the subject of my mom. Apparently my grandma doesn 't keep in contact but knows her address. The moment I hear address, I know she 's alright, that she 's clean and is better. Right when I get off on the phone, I tell Lucy the address. I can’t speak, I tried but my throat felt so dry. Ten minutes later we go turn into a decent neighborhood and Lucy parks right next to a baby blue house. The house is covered in flowers and a porch swing. “Do you want me to come with?” she asks. “No I have to do this on my own.” As I walk up to the door, I hear a little kid screaming with joy in the backyard. I go to the side of the house peeking through the side gate. A little boy in swimming shorts is getting sprayed with a hose by a blonde haired lady that I