Personal Narrative: My Mother

The earliest memory I have is my mother dragging me to daycare and crying nonstop. I remember clawing and begging my mother to not let go of me. She assured me that I would love daycare. Although I thought my mother was lying at the time, it still surprises me to this day that she was telling the truth. I met my babysitter at the local daycare. I dreaded going to daycare everyday and I would throw a tantrum everyday before daycare. Everyday I would sit by myself and and look through picture books. Every now and then I would play with some other kids who were also at the daycare, but I mostly kept to myself. Then a nice looking lady sat next to me and introduced herself. Her name was Evaughn. She handed me a book and asked her if I could read it to her. Although I couldn’t read I wanted to show her that I was able to do something, so I made up the story as I went. She would laugh if I said something funny, make a sad face if I said something sad, and make a stern face if something went wrong. It was the first time I enjoyed myself at daycare. Everyday from that day Evaughn would let me read her a story. I went home and told my mother and she happy to see that I was having

I couldn’t find her anywhere and I asked another teacher if she knew where she was. She told me that Evaughn was no longer working there. My heart had broken into a million peices. For the rest of the day, I sat by myself and cried because my best friend was gone. I went home with a frown and told my mother. My mother knew how much Evaughn meant to me and said she would do something about it. For the next few days, I would sit by myself and look through the picture books and wish Evaughn was there. Then a few weeks later my mother told me I no longer had to go to daycare and instead I was getting a babysitter. I was excited to get a babysitter, but I was still sad that I would never see Evaughn