Personal Narrative: Heartcovering

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Heart shattering, that’s what I would call it. The moment I found out what happened, is a moment I can never forget. It was a Friday, December 22nd, 2017. Both my aunt and my mom were driving home, in separate cars. They worked at the same place, after work one of them would call each other everyday and they would talk while they drove home. My mother said “Me, my mom, and my sister used to have each other, there was no dad in the picture, and now it’s just me” I teared up when she said that, that is such a sad thing to hear your mother say. Before I had found out about the crash I was just playing a game with some friends having a really fun time. At the time I didn’t think anything of it but my mom and I were messaging around 3:30 and 4:30 and she had stopped messaging me bad so I just thought she was working and got busy. My mother usually got home between 5:30 and 6:00 but she wasn’t home yet and my grandma had shown up to babysit us. That’s when I started to worry a little bit. …show more content…

“...for what your mom is gonna come home and tell you guys” I was so relieved that it wasn’t my mom but then I thought “who is it then?” and she never mentioned, she said she wasn’t aloud to. I began to think is it my Papa, Carl, my step-dad, or who, but the ONE person I didn’t think it would be was my aunt, Savannah. I would tell you that story but it is quite long besides that’s not what I am talking about today, well not

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