Personal Narrative Essay: A Devastating Phone Call

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A Devastating Phone Call On August 11th of 2008 I was awoken by my alarmed uncle. He spoke to me in a rather frightened tone and told me to wake up because we had to go to the hospital. As we were in the car on our way from Russellville, my uncle made a phone call. I heard him blurt out, “Oh no, is she okay? Did they get her to start breathing again?” and at that moment my stomach felt queasy and all I could think was something had happened to my nana. I tried to sit in the back seat and stay calm but the confusion started to overwhelm me. I finally shouted, “What is wrong?”, my uncle got quiet and then stated, “It is your momma. She has fallen and is not breathing. The ambulance is taking her to the hospital.”. My heart broke in to a trillion little pieces and a million thoughts were running threw my head, “What could have happened?”. The rest of the ride there, I tried to think of all the things that could have possibly happened. Growing up I had an abusive step-dad and so I started putting a lot of the blame on him. Pulling into the hospital, I was quite furious. The ambulance was pulling into the hospital at the same time we were, but ambulance was supposed to be fast, I …show more content…

My grandmother had then said, “Tara Lynn, you do not look so good. You are pale.” My mother had a sassy attitude, so she rolled her eyes at my nana and said, “Mom, I told you I did not feel good. I feel so cold and I cannot get warm to save my life.” She was not meaning to be so literal when she said that. My nana said she had just began to grasp my mom’s arm, but I was as cold as a glacier, she then said, “Oh, Tara let me go get you a cup of coffee.”. She got up to go to the kitchen, and my mom whispered to her, “I love you, mom. I’m going to go lay down on the couch.”, then it happened. My mom got up to go to the living room, Romeo woke up and said, “Mom!” but at that time my mom hit the

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