Personal Narrative Essay

Behind my surgically corrected smile, there is another story: a story of pain, suffering, and prosperity. In my earlier years, I had what some may call a perfect life. I had a mother and father who loved me, a sister who adored me, and a 2-story house, with my own playground set, which I found absolutely spectacular. On Molly Sue Lane, I formed some if my greatest memories. I remember my Strawberry Shortcake birthday party in the pool house, playing hide-and-seek when my dad came home, (or when I found myself in trouble) and putting out milk in an attempt to catch the adorable rabbits that would always find themselves in my backyard. I loved learning, especially since my mom homeschooled me. More specifically, I loved the luxury to wake up whenever I wanted. (I promise I learned a lot.) Between trips to the museum, the farm, and the store, (my favorite), my mom would always find a way to incorporate invaluable knowledge into the conversation. I was always learning, even though I didn’t know it. It was the best of times.

On January 17, 2005, my whole world turned upside down. I woke up early that morning and went to the railing only to see my dad and my Uncle Erroll leaving to work on a house that they were renovating. I said my goodbyes and told them I loved them. That moment was the last time that I saw my dad. My father died later on that day due to mitral valve prolapse- a relatively common disorder that is now relatively easy to treat. To make matters worse, my dad’s