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Daily Struggle: Personal Narrative Memoir
They say the struggle you’re in today develops the strength you need for tomorrow. We might think to ourselves at one point that a certain endeavor will be infeasible, but at the end of the day, overcoming it is an incomparable feeling. One seemingly peaceful morning, my family woke up from their slumber to the sound of several phones ringing in what seemed louder than alarms in a firehouse. It turned out that my grandfather’s health diminished at a rapid rate. And that, marked just the beginning of one of the biggest disasters in my life. After realizing how bad the situation had gotten, my mom bought a plane tickets to London, where the greatest person on earth resides: my uncle. My grandmother
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I constantly found myself waiting for that foreign number calling me to say that everything was okay. After a few nights without any update from my mom, my dad and I became very concerned and worried. Then, one Thursday night, I heard my phone buzzing violently, warning me about a horrible storm about to take place. All I could think in that moment was, “It’ can’t be, it can’t be.” My grandfather died as a result of his third stroke. I could hear the sadness in my mother’s voice from the other side of the globe, and my heart broke into a thousand pieces that clung to everyone who passed by. After grieving, my mother decided to postpone her return date by a few more days, to spend a little more time with her siblings. With everything that was going on at home, it was bound to affect my progress in school. My grades drastically plummeted, and I had no interest in what was being taught. My father also started going to work a lot later than usual, which made afternoons and nights much more dreary. Apart from having all the responsibilities at home, I was also starting to feel lonely and misunderstood. Without my mom near, I realized that you should never take what you have for
One night I was kitchen washing the dishes when all of the sudden my mother walked in and asked me if I have talked to my dad. I had replied that I hadn't heard from him in about a year. The next thing I know the words "Your Grandpa passed away yesterday morning, nobody knows were your dad is and they can't keep his body in the morgue past tomorrow." came from her mouth. I just stood there in shock, I couldn’t do anything. She told me to get ready and that we could drive up to my dads house in Ona. When we got there the windows were broken and covered up with some type of sheet and there was a piece of paper on his door that read "Go away. Just leave me alone...please.". We wrote a note and put it on the door and went home. That night I laid in my bed screaming inside my head and crying my eyes out for over a hour. In the morning I had a huge panic attack. I kept hearing ringing and buzzing noises and I could hardly breathe. It took me about thirty minutes to work up the nerve to come out of my bedroom. I ended up going
Parenthood is the hardest job anyone could ever have and it demands the constant attention of two loving parents, but what happens when one parent is left with the care and responsibility of a child. Well my mother had the burden of raising two kids, holding down a full-time job, and attending school. With her busy schedule it was hard on me because I was on my own almost of the time that I needed help whether it was to feed myself or if I needed help with homework. My mother knew I was having a hard time acclimating to our new situations so she took it upon herself to teach me to become as self sufficient as a 9 year old boy could be. I first saw this as a disadvantage, but quickly learned that it had become a blessing in disguise. Under the
Personal narratives allow you to share your life with others and vicariously experience the things that happen around you. Your job as a writer is to put the reader in the midst of the action letting him or her live through an experience. Although a great deal of writing has a thesis, stories are different. A good story creates a dramatic effect, makes us laugh, gives us pleasurable fright, and/or gets us on the edge of our seats. A story has done its job if we can say, "Yes, that captures what living with my father feels like," or "Yes, that’s what being cut from the football team felt like."
A narrative is a story. In writing a narrative essay, you share with the reader some personal experience of your own in order to make a point or convey a message. You may choose to tell how your grandfather influenced your desire to become an orthodontist, or perhaps you’ll relate the story of the time you didn’t make the cut for the basketball team. Whatever story you tell, your purpose is to share with others some experience that has taught you something or changed you somehow.
It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she picked up, I sat straight up. I muted the television in hopes of hearing what the conversation. At approximately three minutes later, the telephone fell from my mother’s hands with her faced drowned in the waves of water coming from her eyes. She cried “Why?” My Grandmother had just died.
On February 2nd,2011, my father passed away. It was 3 pm on a Wednesday. My mom, my grandma, my bother and my aunt were all out in our garage talking. My father was in his hospital bed resting. I was giving our dog a bath. My grandma told my mother that she had a headache and asked for Advil. My mother said she needed to check on my dad anyway and went to get her some Advil out of their bedroom. She put her hand on my father 's chest and there was no heartbeat. My mother started screaming. We all ran to see what was wrong to find my mother with her head on my father 's chest. She was crying saying “there is no heartbeat” over and over again. I couldn 't even cry. I was in so much shock and I needed to be strong for my poor mother. I think my brother knew that he needed to do the same for my mother and I. He looked at me, went over to my mother and pulled her away from his body. He said “That isn 't him anymore, mom. He doesn 't have to suffer
but that’s okay we all will go through our day if we haven’t gone through it already just give it time. My mom died on July 15, 2013. Losing a parent is like a deep depression that is filled with questions down from why it happened, to why so soon real life hurt. The Earth stood still that day, almost like it stopped spinning because someone I considered to be my everything was taken from me. The sun stopped shining and darkness covered everything around me I truly lost my way.
I watched the chaos of my brother, mother, and father running around the house in a hurry to get ready to go see my late grandma. Then, my dad spotted me standing there in the middle of the
Sitting in the hospital watching my grandpa fighting for his life was the most difficult thing I had to watch. It was hard to watch the man I adored not know who I was and was waiting on his death bed. As, I waited for him to wake up it reminded me of the first time we found out that he had alzheimer's. It was a bright sunny day, when my grandpa decided to go for his usually walk in the afternoon, normally he would be back right before dinner. I had a weird feeling while we waited for him to come back for his walk. My grandpa is usually very punctual, he follows the same routine everyday. As we waited, my father got a call from a random phone, it was my grandpa telling my dad to come pick him up. I could never forget my grandpa’s face when we picked him up, he looked terrified and confused.
Memoir This adventure started all the way back in July 2017. I came home from a regular day at school and returned with my regular face but little did I know that it would all drastically change momentarily. I went to sit on the couch and eat some food like any other day but when I sat down my mum and dad explained to me the fantastic news, I wasn’t listening until they said “in Africa.” The first thought that scattered through my brain was, am I really going to the land of all the animals on earth? I’m sure as soon as I land there will be lions all around the airport.
My memoir is about the good memories of when i used to be in elementary school as a little girl in my country. I was very happy with the school even do my teacher Ms. Johanne was very strict i won't ever forget her, with 30 of us inside of the classroom she sure knows how to handle all of us with her sense of teaching style.
The cowardly lion, wringing his tail and trembling, cried, “I am afraid – so very afraid, … of those who don’t look like me, of those who don’t pray like me, of lions and lionesses who get better jobs than me, … of all sorts of things that may not be real, but still, they terrify me.”
While in school, Mom didn’t have it to easy. Not only did she raise a daughter and take care of a husband, she had to deal with numerous setbacks. These included such things as my father suffering a heart attack and going on to have a triple by-pass, she herself went through an emergency surgery, which sat her a semester behind, and her father also suffered a heart attack. Mom not only dealt with these setbacks but she had the everyday task of things like cooking dinner, cleaning the house and raising a family. I don’t know how she managed it all, but somehow she did.
My mother was taking care of me, and my three other siblings all alone by herself. When my father was living my mother only had one job, but now she had to work more. She had a massive impact on our lives by making sure we had everything we needed. Because I was the oldest of my siblings, I felt like I was a parent. At just eight years old, I had to skip school just to make sure my siblings had someone to look after them while my mother worked. I was obligated to feed them, give them baths, and put clothes on them. It was very difficult, but I knew my mother had to pay bills, and take care of us and herself, so I knew she couldn’t afford a babysitter. When times got very tough, my mom would get stressed out and take it out on us by throwing tantrums, hollering at us and beating on us. I didn’t have a choice but to encourage my mother, and be the one to push her to not give
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.