Personal Narrative Essay: When I Am Gone?

When I’m Gone

It all started out on July, 23, 2014 when my mother told me she and my father were getting a divorce, and that we were moving from Owatonna, Minnesota to San Diego. I remember that day like it was yesterday, how I felt, how I felt like I would never stop crying, and confused about what was going to happen. I remember hearing what my mother 's voice sounded like I knew something bad happened, that my father got in an accident or died, or that my dog had gotten hit by a car, or someone died. But all my assumptions were incorrect no one died no one got hurt besides me, my mother, and father. I remember as soon as my mother said the word “divorce”, I instantly started bursting in tears.

As a couple days passed by I asked my mother if we were going to keep my animals, Luke and Leia our Siberian huskies, and Tazz our cat. She said no, and things got even worse, I felt like I should just end my life now to make all the pain go away. But, I took a deep breath, and I said to myself “You need to keep going no matter how hard things get, carry on.”

Stripping my bed and pillows and putting them in the boxes. Carefully placing all my toys in a box, and having to choose seven of my stuffed animals. Most of our stuff was going in our car. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to say goodbye to my friends, soon the week passed, and I only got to say goodbye to my two best friends, who lived right next store, they were the best of friends you could ever have, even though we had fights constantly we always made