Personal Narrative-My Star's Shooting Star

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Shooting Star I hold the crumpled letter tightly; still I do not have enough courage to open it. The funeral had just begun, I cannot hold up till the end of it. The priest beckoned to me, ushering me towards his side so that I could say some last words. I dreaded to walk up in front of the whole crowd. As I walked I felt completely weak, numb, empty and senseless. At last I managed to stand straight but did not have the courage to face the crowd. The sorrowful words which shot out seemed peculiar, “well, I cannot believe it, I lost him my only mood maker, the bond which we nurtured could never compete with the bonds which other grandchildren and grandfathers could share.” Those words came out soft, my voice disappeared then tears rushed like waterfall out of my lonely eyes. “If only I could rewind those last five minutes he would not be so troubled. He was my brightest star which shone brightly in the lonely sky and now without saying good-bye that brightest star lost its charm and shine.” I took a deep breath and then, “in a lonely road and it might be even miles away that I have to tread on alone” automatically I ran to the washroom and remained inside for a long time. Then I remembered the times we spent together all those years, when we drafted our future he promised me that he will be my best man in my wedding and when I fall he will always …show more content…

“Really? Don’t chicken up like this, hey you still have your old man beside you. I got your back now, go in and make me proud.” With great zeal he caught my shoulders and emboldened me. Well I felt something gushing within me and I summed up all my courage then went onto the stage. I felt burdened by the eager eyes whish rested on me to break my nervousness, someone started clapping vigorously, ofcourse it was my shooting star. After my performance, “I am so proud of you. You nailed it” he shouted gleefully. “Now how about some Taco Bell” he

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