Personal Narrative: Life After High School

Alex: ”That’s okay dad. The only thing that is important is that you are still

Don’t be sorry,” Gilbert acknowledged that Becky was not quick to judge. Gilbert began to rely on the trust he was building with Becky. At home, he was reminded about the gloom surrounding his father’s death, but with Becky he could count on her support. She asked him, “What do you want?” She observed that his answers all were forms of helping his family with their own personal conflicts.

" I asked. She continued to cry, not even attempting to calm herself enough to answer. I repeated the question repeatedly, but she never would answer. Her heartbreaking crying continued on for what felt like weeks. I kept on the phone, hoping to get an answer to the question I had tried to ask so many times.

One of the biggest difficulties during this time was my brother was very sick when he was born, and he needed surgery to fix a problem with his stomach, and she was taking him back and forth from the doctor frequently plus my sister was only 18 months old. My mom stated, “I don’t know how I got through it, “while discussing this stage of her life but never felt isolated in any way. I was born later which a five year age gap between me and my brother. My mom told me, “After Eileen and John were born, I felt like I was going to be pregnant very year because they were born so close together. It was my biggest fear I would have all these kids, and get lost, but thankfully this did not happen.”

Logan come down here!” Logan’s mom called him down for dinner. “How was your first day of school?” She asked. Logan didn’t think much of moving schools

He was crying so much that he looked like he had just taken a bath. But he was able to calm down and talk. “Mom.” Daniel said worriedly.

He was crying so much that he looked like he had just taken a bath. But he was able to calm down and talk. “Mom.” Daniel said worriedly.

He was crying so much that he looked like he had just taken a bath. But he was able to calm down and talk. “Mom.” Daniel said worriedly.

He was crying so much that he looked like he had just taken a bath. But he was able to calm down and talk. “Mom.” Daniel said worriedly.

“Well, you 're not crying. I would be crying if it was me talking about something like

How are you doing?” She lifted her frail hand, discolored with liver spots, from her walker. Her gnarled fingers touched the arm of his leather jacket. “It’s really you.”

“Okay.” I said again, showing no form of emotion. Oliver shrugged his shoulders and

I might sound weird, but sometimes I just talk to God and I don’t even need a response because I know, deep down in my heart, that he is there for me,” Donna replied getting emotional. “Aww Grandma that is so sweet. Are you crying?” I asked in a somewhat shocked

I still remember the day that I talk back to my mom,she was like what?,like she never expected that I talked back at her. That day I saw the sadness in her eyes then that’s when I felt guilty for what I’ve done. I totally understand that she always wants the best for me and she doesn’t wants us to get hurt. That’s why I love my family so much that I can’t stand seeing them getting hurt because of me. Being part of a family is a big responsibility.

So don 't feel bad and don 't let this bring you down or change the way you are as a friend.¨ That 's when I started to stop and rethink what my mom said. I realized I didn 't need that