Personal Narrative: Marilyn Monroe

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Ever think why something happened the way it did? Marilyn Monroe, a former American actress and model, strongly states, “I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together” (Dr. Nikki Martinez). Every day, I think to myself, just as Marilyn Monroe did, that what is happening right now in my life is supposed to happen. Whether I like it or not, it was meant to be. Based on my life experiences, I believe everything happens for a reason. I am one of those people who looks for answers on why things…show more content…
October 4, 2007. I was in school, just like every other day and the office gets a call from my mom saying that I need to leave. At the time, I was confused because my mom would never just pull me out of school unless it was an emergency. I got to the car and she told me that we are going to the hospital, grandma is not doing good. Hearing those words come out of her mouth was heart-wrenching. I just saw her that morning and she was not the best, but she was making it. My grandma and grandpa were supposed to leave that day to head back to Iowa, but she must not have been doing good to leave yet. We got there and I walked in and I saw my grandpa waiting for us. My mom and grandpa told us that we were supposed to stay in the lobby while they go back to see her. We waited and waited until finally they came back. I asked when can I see her and my mom said you do not want to see her like this. She had tears in her eyes; you could tell she was ready to breakdown. I was like I do not care I want to see her. She went back to the room and not even three minutes passed by and my mom and grandpa came out crying saying she was gone. It happened that fast. The pain was like a knife was stabbed in my back and every time I would think about her, it would just go in farther. I did not, not even for a second believe that. I did not even get to say goodbye. I did not even get to talk to her one last time. Not even to give her a hug. I wanted her to know I was there with her. Why did it have to happen to her? Out of all people, it had to happen to my grandma. She did not deserve that. I do not remember anything after that. I remember crying in the hospital, blaming my mom for not letting me see her one last time, then that was
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