Personal Narrative: My Worst Day In My Life

Introduction

Many things have happened to me in my life, but July 21, 2007, was one of my worst days. It was warm and sunny summer day. But, that evening the sun had been wiped away by dark gray clouds. My family had gathered at my Grandma’s house as we normally did on the weekend. All of my family was there my grandma, mother, sister, uncles, cousin and aunts except one.

My Aunt Darnelle was in the hospital. She had a serious case of asthma so lately, she had been in and out of the hospital. Later on that evening, my Grandma’s phone started to ring. As the phone rung my grandma looked down at her phone and proceeded to walk towards her room. I was not sure who the call was from but it had seemed very important. After she received the call we all left her house and gathered into four vehicles and headed to the University of Michigan Hospital in Ann Arbor.

I was in the car with my mom, great aunt, and my aunt Darnelle’s best friend. I asked my mom why we were rushing to the hospital. Before my mother could answer my great aunt chimed in and said that things were not looking too well for my aunt. My mother gave her a long stare. The ride to the

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