Personal Narrative: The Butterfly Effect

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Every person throughout their lifetimes has wanted to go back and change the outcome of the past. People have had deaths of loved ones, tragic events, or made the wrong choice in a relationship that was a big mistake. But the idea of the changing your timeline would be considered the “Butterfly Effect”. Scientifically it would be explained by changing the past that can alter the present. The worst thing to happen to any child is a parent’s decline to alcoholism. The year is 2010 and I was living with my parents that was split evenly of time with me each week and I was primarily with my mother at the time. I had moved in total three times before my mother and I finally settled in Jamesburg, NJ. It was a townhouse that was connected to others …show more content…

I barely got to see this woman since she was more into the bar scene and no longer wanted to grow up in a bar atmosphere. One late night I was watching TV downstairs with my mother watching Family Guy and my mom was smoking a cigarette in the backyard. There was a loud knock at the door and a red and blue light flashing in the window. I was scared since I can tell that it was probably the police behind the door. I answered the door and there was two police officers at the door. They asked if my mom was home and I got asked her to come to the door. The officer’s asked me to have my dad come to get me and wouldn’t say anything to me since I was a minor at the time. In about 20 minutes my dad came and the officer was explaining the situation to him. Apparently couple hours ago someone broke into the next door neighbors house and stole a turkey from the fridge in the house. The police showed up in matter of minutes and saw the suspect with the stolen turkey. Suspect dropped the turkey on my mom’s back porch and ran from the cops. The reason the cops were arresting my mother because it was my mom’s friend from the bar and wouldn’t give her name to the cops. They handcuffed my mom and put her in the back of the patrol car and read her Miranda Rights. My dad took me to his house for the night and knew I had to live with my dad full

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