My People With Disabilities: Single Story Narrative

My People with Disabilities Single Story Narrative In 6th grade, I remembered seeing the ambulance outside the windows of my elementary school. I was in the classroom when there was a rush of EMTs entering the building. Students all started to run towards the door, including me, but were told to get back to our seats. Throughout the day, I was wondering who might have gotten hurt while praying it wasn't my sister or brother. On the bus ride home, I noticed that my sister wasn’t there which then triggered sceneries of what could've happened to her, all with unpleasant endings. On the bus, I saw my brother and felt relief that it wasn't him. My sister was still nowhere to be found so I asked him if he knew where she was but he also didn't know.

I thought her stay would last a day or two but days turned into weeks and weeks turned into a month. It wasn't until we had a family session at a hospital that I found out that she was in the living at the hospital. The meeting was all in Karen so I didn’t understand much of what people were saying. That summer of 3rd grade, I only saw my sister for a month and I had no idea what happened to her. Nobody would tell me and I assumed it was because I was too young.
A couple of years later on a hot and sunny summer day, volleyball was the only thing on my mind so I decided to go to the field where I knew the Karen people would be. When I got to the field, the sun had suddenly disappeared behind nimbus clouds; the hot turned into humid and the sun was no longer to be found. Of course, this doesn’t stop Karen people, so they continued to play and I joined them. A good twenty minutes went by before sprinkles fell on my hair. I then saw this women rush to her bag, grabbing a

We all decided to go back to the house to watch a movie to end the night; I wasn’t too excited about that because I had already watched the movies we had in the house three times. When we got home, we went to the living room of the basement. I don't remember much of what happened but what I do remember is Mickey’s boyfriend calling my sister crazy. I don’t know what happened to me but I felt that same rush of emotion from the day when I played volleyball and this time, I wasn’t going to be a little bitch again. All that anger came to me and the next thing I knew, I jumped my sister’s boyfriend and attempted to fight him. I pushed him on the couch and tried to hit his face and pull his hair but because I had the body of a 5th grader, all he had to do was was roll over and I fell on the ground. I started crying and I ran upstairs to my room; I was sick and tired of people calling my sister crazy. I knew she wasn’t but I didn’t understand why other people thought she was. Hser walked into my room and sat next to me. “Taw Bee, I love you but please don’t do that again,” she told me. I was mad and confused. “But he called you crazy! I know you’re not crazy!” I said as tears rolled down my cheeks. My sister hugged me. “It’s okay. Some people don’t know what I have and it is okay. Karen people don’t understand depression or anxiety. They think I am crazy and it hurts really