Personal Narrative: A 5 Year Old Child

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It was about roughly 2 a.m., everyone in the household was vastly asleep, when all of a sudden... I was awoken by screams. Screams of pain. As a 5 year old child, of course I was scared. I was wondering who those screams came from and what caused it. With my 5 year old brain, I started to wonder what if the monster under the bed ate my mom, but that theory of mine was killed quickly, as soon as I heard my dad yell, "The baby is on it's way! The baby is on it's way!". I was scared, What was this tiny human going to bring into my life? How much so would it affect me? How did the baby even arrive to our family? Will my parents love me less due to the birth of this baby? So many questions were swirling through my head, and I had such little time …show more content…

There was newborns and several toddlers. As a kid, I wasn't very social and as a five year old child, I needed to sleep in order to retrieve the one hour I lost of sleep. I felt my conscious ebbing away. My eyes started to grow heavy, I was not prepared for such a weakness. At once, I was struck incoherence, an inconsistency to my thoughts, as I kneeled down and leaned a shoulder against the wall, for I had let the exhaustion take over my body …show more content…

There was newborns and several toddlers. As a kid, I wasn't very social and as a five year old child, I needed to sleep in order to retrieve the one hour I lost of sleep. I felt my conscious ebbing away. My eyes started to grow heavy, I was not prepared for such a weakness. At once, I was struck incoherence, an inconsistency to my thoughts, as I kneeled down and leaned a shoulder against the wall, for I had let the exhaustion take over my body

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