Funeral-Personal Narrative

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The first time I ever heard of someone close to me was passing away, I was six. I was hanging out with my older sister and her friend at the time. My parents had dropped us off at my sister's friend’s house because they had to go somewhere but didn't tell me. As the time passed, I was curious about where my parents had gone, so I asked my sister. Before I could even finish she had said the word “ Funeral”. She stopped herself and realized what she just said.
“Funeral?” My 6 six year old mind couldn't comprehend the word, so I repeated it a few times to my sister, saying it like it was a question. My sister and her friend stood there silently as I stood there confused.
“ Who died?” I had got the words to come out, I had finally understood the …show more content…

I was very confused and hurt at the same time. I felt so helpless at the time, but yet I didn't cry that moment. Why wasn't I crying, I had thought, she was my best friend. She was my babysitter’s daughter. I was hurt and upset and no one was there for me. My sister and her friend didn't pay attention, didn't comfort me, I was alone. I just wished Kristina was there with me, but I knew she couldn't be here.
When my parents came to pick up my sister and I, I ran to my mother's arms and my eyes started to water. She had just assumed my sister had told where they were, but she wasn't mad, she knew that she should have told me instead of wasting time not telling me. But now I see why she didn't tell me at the time, she just didn't want to hurt me. I was also so young at the time.
Over the course of a few months passing, and every time I went to my babysitter’s house, I expected her to come rushing over to me and hug me, and to hang out with me but she wasn't. It's like she was here one day then gone the next in the blink of an eye. My mind couldn't adjust to not seeing her when I went over. I became even more upset from when I was first told. As for my babysitter she would put on a smile for me, but I knew that deep down she wasn't doing well. I was happy to be spending time there at the house, yet it was upsetting to be there at the same

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