Personal Narrative: The Story Of Grandma

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“Michelle, come downstairs for a moment,” I heard my mom call up to me. Her voice was shaky, from fear or sadness, I didn’t know. “Coming!” I answered. I flipped over my book, and leaped off of the bed. Grabbing hold of the banister, I swung myself around the landing and down the steps. “What is it?” I asked, approaching my mom, who was sitting on the couch. She placed her hand on the seat next to her, “Come here,” she said. I continued to walk forward, and then sat down on the cushion next to her, resting my head against the back of the couch. “Michelle, I have something to tell you,” she began, and I had begun to get nervous. What was she going to say? My mom rarely used this tone, and when she did, it was to deliver bad news. What was …show more content…

“Grandma has cancer.” she said, and those three words seemed to hang in the air. I felt as though someone has hit me hard. “She’ll be going in for a major surgery soon, and we hope she’ll be okay. She has esophageal cancer. The doctors will be-” she continued, but I wasn’t listening. It was as if my mind had gone blank. Was she going to survive? What would I do if she didn’t? It was that moment that I realized that just like the crayon, my life seemed to snap. I leaned forward, and rested my head in my hands. There were so many things I had done that I regretted, but I couldn’t change them. Suddenly, I knew what I had to do. I may not have been able to take back the things that I had said, but I could apologize for them. I had to. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing that my grandma might pass away, thinking that I didn’t appreciate or love her. I had to fix …show more content…

“Yes Michelle?” “Can we- can we go visit grandma now? I want to talk to her.” My mom looked at me, taking my face in her hands, and smiled, “Of course we can. They’re moving her to the hospital tomorrow, but she’ll be resting at home now. We can visit right now if you’d like.” I nodded. Placing my hands at the end of the couch cushion, I pushed myself up, and followed my mom to the car. Minutes later, we arrived at my grandma’s house. I rushed up the stairs, and into her house. A familiar floral scent came over me, and I walked to the stairs that lead to the second floor. “Grandma?” I called, as I began to ascend the carpeted stairs. When I reached the second floor, I headed to my grandma’s room, where I saw her lying in her bed. I crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed near her. “Hello Michelle,” she said to me, as I turned to look at her. “Hi Grandma,” I answered, not meeting her eyes out of embarrassment and shame. “There’s something that I need to tell you.” I took a breath, trying to calm myself, but I couldn’t. Tears started to flood down my cheeks as I struggled to find the right words to say. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so

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