Personal Narrative: Life Across The Street

Across the street from my two story house lives an old woman named Betty. Now, Betty has been living there for many years, under the curse of diabetes. Illnesses and crippledness before would terrify me, anyone or anything unlike me gave me shivers. Betty, because of the diabetes, was made to have her leg amputated. Because of this, she can’t walk well by herself or carry out many other basic household needs. When I was younger and before she lost her leg, I would always come and sit with her on the metal bench on her front porch. We would have popsicles and talk, and sometimes she would want me to carry her trash out when she couldn’t. Whenever we could, we would walk up and down the street and talk about life. Everything seemed simple with