Personal Narrative: My Six-Word Memoir

During that time, I was unable to hold my baby. She was fed through a tube until her stomach could handle formula through a bottle. That was one of the hardest things I have even been through. Thankfully, she recovered swiftly. We were able to finally go home and start our new life together.

My childhood and my innocence came crashing down when my dad told me the worst sentence that I’ve ever heard in my life, “Your mom has cancer”. There is nothing, no amount of mental or physical pain you can inflict me with, that could compare to what I felt in that moment. My dad gave us the news after my mom was taken to the hospital in the middle night because she could not breathe. So while we were hoping for her to breathe safely, we get hit with an even worse situation. I was a mess.

January 11, 2013, I wake up to yelling, prayers, and crying. I walked into the kitchen where all the noises were coming from and I found my mother on the floor crying, talking on the phone with my godmother. My father was there by her side, trying hard not to cry while supporting his wife. I didn’t know what was happening, this was the first time I’ve seen my mom so vulnerable and broken. My parents didn’t tell me anything other than my grandmother was in critical condition at the hospital, but with god's help she would overcome this hard time.

Our time in the NICU consisted of wonderful nurses, beeping machines, shared bathrooms, hard couches to sleep on and small baby cries, but every moment was worth it and we knew that we were very

My six word memoir is very self explanatory and purely honest. When someone close to you dies, I wouldn’t say it gets easier each year. But in fact it takes time to accept it. We can’t continue to have a mindset that repeats phrases like, “ What if?” or “ If only we could’ve done this…” We can’t go back change the natural occurrences of events.

On March 28th, 2013 I was walking out of Wabash Middle School to go home. I had just gotten out of track practice looking for my mom’s car. When I got was walking out and looking I realized that my Grandma T was there to pick me up, and when I got in the car I heard the best news of my life. That my mom was going into labor, and we were going to the hospital. On the way to the hospital I was so happy to finally have a sister.

waaaaaaa! I was born. The doctors took me into the instant care room. My mom said why can’t I see my daughter they didn’t answer but they said nothing with a wonder in there eyes.

One of the scariest days of my life was the day I brought my first child, Noah home. I can remember getting home and feeling like I had no idea what I was doing. I was exhausted, sore, and scared out of my mind. I remember everyone telling me you just know what to do when you become a mother, but here I was with this little person, and I felt completely lost. I wasn’t able to get breast feeding down, I could’t stop the crying, and I felt the saddest

It was worth it. Around three pm she the nurse told her it wouldn 't be long. I stayed in the room and helped the nurse and my mother out with the process. The joy of helping and caring for her made me the happiest i 've ever been, soon after that the doctors brought to life my little nephew Natan. Being a big baby he was 8.8lbs.

My 6 word memoir does not describe myself, but it does describe who I strive to be. Along with many of my classmates, our generation is made up of texting, social media and a lack of social abilities. We can go days without having a meaningful conversation or one at all and that gets to me. Today instead of confronting people about issues we have with each other, we hide behind our phones and ignore people through what we see as a read receipt. Lately my goal has been to shy away from most communication through social media and actually have a conversation with the people I am trying to reach. This illustrates how I am trying to live in the present instead of dwelling over someone typing what they feel for five minutes. I believe that in this

When my mom had me when she was 17, it was the best two and a half years of my life. I was an only child, my grandparents first grandchild, and I was spoiled like crazy. Everything went smoothly until December 23rd. The day that my little brother was born. Once I finally got to go into the delivery room to see him, my dad put me onto the hospital bed and introduced me to my new brother, Braxden.

My mom’s pregnancy was like no other, she spent most of her pregnancy in the hospital and I had to grow up and be in charge of my sibling and the household because my mother

Later that morning, we arrived at Gordmans and paced through the store looking for bargains. I tried to shop, but was too distracted. Finding a chair, I sat and hoped my mom was doing okay. Finally my dad called and told Joy that my mom was rushed to the emergency room for a C-section. An overwhelming sense of panic ran through my body.

I can still remember like it was yesterday the day my son was born. The feelings leading up to the day he was born were the most nerve racking days of my life. On August 27th 2015 me and my wife sat at home expecting the our son any moment. My mother was also with us and was there to help us after the baby was born. As the day went by the house filed with boredom and the feeling of nervousness, and outside being gray and rainy I knew that it wasn 't a beach day.

After having a missing menstruation and few other symptoms I decided to take a test when I saw another positive test I was surprised. I made my appointment and ultrasound did show a baby, we still didn't believe it. We were surprised how life throws unexpected blessings, from struggling and planning to not even trying. Week 19 we found out we were having a little girl. My husband was so happy he was dancing because he had his boys and now he was going to have his little princess.