Personal Narrative: My Mom's Death

I still remember that day mom. The day that you died. It was August 29, 2010, around 10 PM. The sky was plastered with clouds, it was pouring and the sky was like a night club. Flashing lights everywhere and the sound of thunder resonated throughout the surrounding area. During this time, my mom and I were on our way back from the police station after I shoplifted at a nearby convenience store. Luckily they let me off with a warning since my mom had my back and since I was still a juvenile. Just because they let me off with a warning, didn't mean that I was scot-free from my mom's scolding. From the police station all the way to the car, all I could hear was my mom's constant nagging about how I shouldn't shoplift and how I won't be let off the hook so easily when I'm 18 or older.

But when you get older or when I am dead and you repeat these acts. I won't be able to save you." She said concerning. "I know mom, you don't have to repeat this so many times."

"Well, I need to make sure this incident sticks in your head and you'll never make the same mistake again."

"Mom I told you I already know!" I aggressively yelled .

She glanced at me with rage in her eyes then looks towards the road.

"Don't you raise your voice at me! And when we get home, expect yourself to be grounded for 2 months, no phone, no nothing."

"You can't tell me what to do!" I say as I pull out a cigarette and lit it with a purple Bic lighter.

As my mom smells the scent of the cigarette, she looks over and fills up with rage.

"Samantha Mackenzie put that down right now!"

She reaches her hand over to grab the cigarette out of my hand and accidently burns herself at the fireball. She takes both hands off the wheel.

"FFFFFU... IT HURTS LIKE An MMMMM..." Mom screams in agonizing