Personal Narrative: My Mother's Death

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The amulet slipped from my fingertips shattering as it hit the ground. I was caught. His blue eyes watched as my life flashed before my eyes. At that moment I knew this was going to be the last time I saw my mothers tomb. My mom was gone. She died while giving birth to my baby sister only a couple of weeks ago. I was now in charge. My dad was always working and I had to cook, clean, garden, and take car of my little sister. All I wanted was my mom to come back to me and my family. I look just like her with my dark brown hair, long legs, and permeant rosy cheeks. Her tomb was now filled with jewels, amulets and furniture from the gods. I had to do something. So overnight I snuck into the pyramids and stole everything I could carry. I was …show more content…

It might be the only way I could stay alive. He might understand or even let me go. Maybe he help me get my mom back. The air was hot and humid that day. When I walked the sand stung my shins. Egypt was where I lived my whole life. My mom grew up her with my father and i’ve never known any place else. I was tired since I was up the night before waiting at my mothers tomb. I only was able to carry two sets of jewels last night which was less than usual. Im getting weaker and sicker by the day. I never imagined my life being so complicated. I knew something was wrong with me and now my mom being gone will only leave my dad and my baby sister. Two people I have to be there for because they have no one …show more content…

At that moment I noticed something I had not noticed before. The solider had a birthing amulet tied around his neck, halfway tucked underneath his uniform. I reached for it while asking, “What do you need this for, this is for women who are pregnant?” My hand was wrapped around the necklace when the solider yelled out, “Do not touch me!” I fell backwards in shock because the solider I once thought was a man, was really a women. I didn’t know what to do but my instinct told me to run. So thats what I was going to do but the solider grabbed my shoulder before I could escape. She looked down at me taking off her helmet. Her long brown hair fell out from underneath those manly scraps of fabric. She bent down in front of me and whispered into my ear “Everyone has their secrets, I will keep yours if you keep mine.” She smiled got up and walked into the darkness. Soon disappeared and I couldn’t believe what I just saw, but I swept up the remaining pieces of the amulet that once shattered and my feet and walked towards my mothers

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