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Personal Narrative: My Unforgettable Day

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I ran to my dad and hugged him as tightly as I could. As he tucked me into bed, I knew everything was going to be just fine. I wish everything was as perfect as in your dreams. I live for the day my dad comes home, lifts me into his arms, and expresses how much he missed me. But, I am old enough now to understand that’s not reality.

It all started when I was in 3rd grade. My parents fought constantly and then for some reason, my dad felt the need to lash out on me. I was tired of showing up to school and having to explain where the bruises came from; I can vividly remember walking into class with twenty pairs of eyes all on me. I remember all the butterflies and wanting to crawl into a hole and die. It always made me think of how others …show more content…

Looking out at me was a boy who looks about my age. Meanwhile, he saw me looking back at him, he smiled and waved. I thought to myself, maybe this place wouldn’t be so dreadful after all. It was like finding an object in ISpy that you 'd been searching for for hours. Because my dad told me I was too smart to go to the school in our new town I spent my days at the front window watching for that mystifying boy to appear after school. I had nothing better to do, but I certainly didn 't …show more content…

I told him about that one day in 6th grade when my dad made me pack up a bag and leave everything, including my mom behind. I assumed he finally caught on to what was going on because he inquired how my dad treated me. I showed him the bruises. Instantly his jaw dropped and he stood up, hands in fists and demanded, "I am getting you home to your mom!" That was when I realized how a man was supposed to treat a woman and that I deserved way better than this life. It was as magical as fiding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow; I knew that one day he would be an amazing father, unlike my

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