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Personal Narrative: Why I Didn T Cry

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When my mom was in college for nursing she had to do clinical 's. She couldn 't choose where they put her but she could say what ones worked the best for her. Even tho she told them not to put her in Independence they still did. So me my brother and sister all had to stay with my grandma and grandpa for like 1 or 1 ½ months. But anyway when she was in Independence I had my birthday (May 8th) I turned 11. And I was so mad I almost started to cry because I didn 't think my mom would be able to make it to my birthday. But she did and I remember that I went into the school bathroom and started to cry when I found out she was going to make it to my

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