Personal Narrative: Aphrodite

Today was an absolutely wonderful day. The sky was painted a light blue and the sparkling green grass glistened. The birds were chirping and the sun was shining. So I decided to call Aphrodite from Mt. Olympus, and go for a walk with her in the meadow. Towards the evening, Cupid had come home from his duties and suggested we watch the crimson sunset together. As the day came to an end, Aphrodite went home and Cupid and I readied ourselves for the night and fell asleep. But I didn't come here today to reminisce about how my day was, I came today to explain the real story behind how Cupid and I had met.

It all started when I had met Aphrodite for the first time while on a walk in the meadow nearby my hometown. Everyone believes that I angered

At this point, Aphrodite was enraged. She immediately scolded Cupid and told him to return to Mt. Olympus at once. As soon as the two had left, I had crawled out of the closet and started to mourn. After all of the mourning was over I had thought of a plan to get Cupid back. When Aphrodite and I walked in the meadow, she would always stop at the daisies to admire them. Thus, my plan was to gather all of the daisies in the meadow to show not only my appreciation and forgiveness, but to also remind her of the good times we spent together. So I composed myself and headed toward the meadow near my hometown. After hours of wandering, I saw the meadow and began to pick

Olympus appeared in front of me. She said, “The almighty Aphrodite, Goddess of Beauty, has called upon thee.”

Puzzled as to why Aphrodite had called me I asked the angel, “What does the almighty goddess require from a mortal like me?”

The angel promptly replied, “She wishes to speak to you.” and flew away without looking back.

So gathered my flowers and bundled them with some twine left on the floor and called upon Hermes to bring me as well as my flowers to Mt. Olympus where Aphrodite and Cupid were staying. Once I had arrived at Mt. Olympus, I immediately saw her. I rushed to Aphrodite in tears asking for forgiveness, completely forgetting about the daisies.

She looked down at in resentment and asked, “Why did you marry my son without my consent?”

Immediately I responded, “I am sorry, Cupid and I had thought you would not allow the marriage, thus we married in secret.”

Then all of sudden Aphrodite burst in laughter and said, “Why would I not allow you two to be married? I had just gotten a bit jealous of you two spending time together and ignoring