Personal Narrative Analysis

Courage is the ability to do something that may frighten you or be difficult to do even when there's risk. Having courage is being brave and being brave isn't the absence of fear, being brave is having that fear but finding another way through it. Here’s a true story that happened to me. Back in 2014 I walked home with my little sister(Jessica) from school. Both of my parents were not home and were currently at work. I was 11 or 12 at the time while my sister was 9. My older sister was at school also but she was in Junior High or just starting high school at the time so she wasn't home. So me and my sister are home alone and we were just watching TV.

After a couple of minutes we both started noticing strange sounds from the side of my house.

I had a balcony so tried looking from inside still but I wasn't able to see a figure. At that moment I told my sister to turn off the TV and hide in my parents room and wait for me. My house was leveled in way that when you first enter the door you can either go straight upstairs to the main level or down to basement. So from upstairs I looked down at the door and watched the door lock unlock and the handle slowly turn. I grabbed the phone behind me and ran as fast but as quiet as I could to my parents room and locked the door. Once I came in the room I saw my sister hiding. She was hiding horribly. She laid in a squishy area on the ground and on the side of the bed that was also beside a large dresser where she didn't fit. I looked at her wondering if that's how she would have hidden if I wasn't there. I whispered to her that there is someone in the house and that we need to be very quiet. I also mentioned that she should pray to God to spare our lives. I didn't hide though, I stood by the wall and waited for something. I wanted to be sure someone was in our house before I called

I mean like this person already knew I was inside so who cares? After like 5 minutes the police weren't at my house still and I really thought they wanted us to die. The intruder finally spoke. He said “open the door.”... the man behind the door was my father. I dropped the phone and fell to the floor crying even more than I was when I didn't know. My sister ran to the door to open it. I could hear the operator tell me not to hang up but I was too weak to even reach it beside me. Eventually I reached the phone and said

“ it was my dad”. She replied ”oh alright the police are still going to come though” I said ok and we hung up. My sister was beating up my dad while I yelled at him. “ I CALLED THE POLICE” he looked shocked at first but then he said he would just talk to