Personal Narrative: My Restaurant

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I was in the car sitting down bored like usual looking out the narrow tinted window. Just when I saw a sign that caught my attention in a heart beat it read “Popeye’s”.
The only problem was that every time I suggested somewhere to eat, it always came out to be nasty dried food. But a warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach was telling me that this restaurant is going to be good!.
I was feeling benevolent because, my parents all of a sudden were heading that way! But in my mind I was saying to myself. “They must’ve read my stomach?!’ When they headed to the parking lot, I was so excited that I was growling at my brother because of how anxious I was. We got out the car and went into the place. You could see the happiness in my face. So we went inside and I sat down with my older brother. While my Mom and Dad went to order some delicious food.
My stomach was starting to hiss at me because it just smelled so darn good! All of a sudden I hear “Marlon” (My dad’s name) and I was like “the food is done right?” So my brother and dad went to go the food while I stayed with my mom. They laid the food down on the table. I was reaching my hand to grab a piece of chicken when on the corner of my eye I say my mom coming at me! “No toques eso Nina” (Don’t touch that girl) We always pray before eating …show more content…

after we were all done eating. My mom bought me and my brother a cookie for later. I was so stuffed like a teddy bear I couldn’t even walk. We got in the car and my dad buckled me in my car seat, and he also did the same thing to my brother. So then I saw my mom whisper something in my dad’s ear. And I was so noisy I was trying to hear what she was saying, but I saw that my brother was going to say something so I just looked out the window trying to ignore the conversation my parents were having. My dad pulled up at the mall, and I was so shocked. We went inside to shop! My Dad said to my mom, brother, and me to get anything we want, it doesn’t matter how much it

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