Personal Narrative Essay: Being An Only Child

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Growing up, I always remember my parents being happy together. I never had to deal with them fighting or having problems. They were the couple that everyone looked up to. They were both very classy and graceful. They were like the couple you see on TV, always smiling, and upbeat, well, at least, that’s what it looked like. Being an only child, I always received all their love and attention.

Being an only child, I always received all their love and attention, but this all changed when my father lost his job and my mom had to pick up more shifts to provide for us. The loving, happy mother that I knew was slowly changing. She was always tired and agitated. Her clear, glowing skin she had, was replaced with dark circles around her eyes and wrinkles. The long curly hair she loved to show off was always tied up. She looked exhausted.

Not too long after their fights started. They were loud and they went on for hours.I would curl up in my bed wishing that it would stop soon. I wouldn’t hear the exact words they were saying, but the constant banging on the wall and the sounds of objects being thrown around weren 't hard to hear. I was scared. I would hear someone getting hit and that seemed to always end them My parents always told me not to irrupt when adults talk so I couldn 't do anything. My

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There wasn 't anything out of order in the house. I called out for my mom but she didn’t answer. I quickly made my way upstairs. As I made my way into parents room, I saw my mother laying on the floor. She was drenched in blood. She was beaten so badly that I couldn’t recognize her face anymore. I could hear my grandmother screaming but I felt numb. My grandma was on the phone with a 911 operator. I didn 't want to touch her because she looked so fragile.My Grandma was wiping the blood off of her face. My mom looked up at me but her eyed were so swollen that they looked closed

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