Personal Narrative: A Day In The Dominican Republic

I woke to hearing the sounds of cars honking, loud music, and people cheering. I was very confused on what was going on that without hesitation, I got up and ran outside to see people running holding flags that with the colors of purple or green on them and people on the back of trucks yelling with excitement. I see my grandmother walking towards me and she shouts “ Laisha, that’s how we celebrate election day in Dominican Republic.”

While the whole Dominican Republic was celebrating, I was dying of boredom at a family reunion that was at my great grandma’s house. I sit there complaining about insignificant thing like not having air conditioning, have to take motorcycle to place ,and not having internet.My mother ignore my ignorance statement but my grandmother didn't she replied “ be

I felt good for a few minutes because my mother gave him some money to take but then I thought to myself what’s going to happen when the money runs out. After that I couldn’t even put a smile on my face. As days passed by I just kept picturing that little boy with a book bag on his back and on one of his hands he was holding his cleaning supplies. As the days went by I felt worse because I complained about not having air conditioning, while this little boy has to work every day for his family to survive. I felt selfish and as if I don’t deserve anything. A wave of emptiness hit me like a punch, it was unforgettable. As we sit here and take the little things for granted other people might be praying to have these so called “small things”

I will never forget that day because it made me look at things differently and also made me appreciate everything I have. Since that day tried to complain less about things I don’t want to do like go to school, cleaning my house,etc. But, I try to be grave for having a place to go get my education at and a place to call