Personal Narrative

It was a bright sunny day. The sun had awoken and the moon had left. The aroma of the daisies and roses filled the air. Butterflies flew from rose to rose and from daisy to daisy. As I walked through through the garden I saw an old friend. She sat on the bench, that was near the water fountain, sadly and lonely. I walked over to her and asked her what her name was for it had been ages since I had spoken to her. “Lilac”, she said.
I thought to myself just like the flowers! I told her “ oh my name is Estrella which means Star in english”
“I know,” she said, “ I have not forgotten your name.” “ Why do you seem so sad?”
“I found out terrible news just about two days ago, and I just do not know if I can take it!” “What is it It?” I exclaimed.

I could not stop thinking that someone around my age, so young, could have cancer. I did not see her for a very long time. Days passed by and there was no sign of her! I began to think that she might have done something to herself by the way she took the news. I chose to think more positively though. I chose to think that she had already went to her treatments for her type of cancer though. I tried not to think about the previous thought, but it just would not leave my mind at all. The thought that she might have killed herself crossed through mind over and over