Personal Narrative Analysis

I have gone through many ups and downs through my three years of high school, but my most significant challenges happened to destine together to happen all in one week. However it was not the events that gave me trouble, it was how I chose to react to it that got me worried.
One day in May, I was informed that my parents got a divorce. I didn't really mind since I was never too fond of my father. I was able to handle it well, in fact, I didn't care at all that my parents got separated. I had no thoughts on it other than the fact we were going to have to live as a low income family. The next event happened a few days later when I was in my math class. I received a text from my mother saying that my grandmother had gotten cancer. I shed a few tears for the rest of that class and that was the end of my mourning. After that day, I never spent a moment being melancholy over my grandmother's illness. Through these events it occurred to me that I was heartless; I had no emotional attachment toward others. This became my personal struggle.
No matter how much I wanted to care for others, I couldn't get myself to do it. Illnesses, even the deaths of others, couldn't get me to find the heart to care. Of course, I do sympathize in effort not to seem like the heartless person I seem to be, but deep down I have no emotions of grief or sadness.

This became such a big struggle for me especially when my mother started to tell me how “horrible of a person I was” and how she “never grew a heartless daughter like me”.

This started to stress me out because frankly, I had no way to fix the problem. I wanted to care but I just couldn't; it really isn't something I can control. I tried asking several people about what I should do and every reply I got was along the lines of “it seems like you do care since you're worried about it”. That obviously had no help; I was carrying about not caring, but I needed to care about the real people and events. I was caring about the idea of not

caring.
This didn't have much of an effect on my life other than amplifying the the fact that I “had no heart”. Life at home was the same except my mother a bigger ignorance towards my “heartless” actions, always ridiculing me for having no love to words others.
It may seem as if this isn't a big deal, but to me, it is a very significant challenge. It made me realize that it may not always be the event that affects people, but the problems and actions that come along with it.