Personal Narrative: My Mother's Birthday

It was my mother’s birthday. My sister Lily and I were busy preparing for a good evening to the best gift life had ever given to us. My mother had done her best to offer us whatever we wished for. She is working in two different jobs. She is a librarian in the morning and a waitress in the afternoon. We have never felt the absence of our father who died 3 years ago in a car crush. If we asked for her eyes, she would gouge those hot spoons to hand them to us. What a great mother she was! Preparing a tiny party for her was the least thing we can do to show her how grateful we are for such a blessing. Things went just the way I had wished them to go. Everything was where it was supposed to be. With a sister like Lily by my side, I had to worry about nothing. The dining room was beautifully ornamented and gave a huge comfort for anyone entering it. It was very simple and cozy. The

Her eyelids reached the half of her eyes. Her day was tough, undoubtedly. I wanted the conversation to go on, but I saw it was better to let her enjoy the food and keep my mouth shut. I am a chatty girl. Dinner was the only time we meet. Thus; I do my best to discuss whatever comes to my mind to have more fun with my family. Tonight was different, so I must be respectful. I had no clue whether my mother was really enjoying her food or not, for she was deeply preoccupied by something. I brought the funny cartoon-like cake I made and asked my mother to blow off the candles and make wish. She did. Curiosity was killing me; I was impatient to know what the wish was. I asked her about the wish. She stared in my eyes for a couple of seconds. She became white as a ghost. My mother smiled again without saying a single word. It was really strange. This is not the nature of her; she always answered every single question I asked no matter how stupid or absurd it was. That night, I did not know what the matter