Personal Narrative: Til Death Do Us

Til Death do us Part

Her claw like fingernails pierced into my delicate skin. Miss. Lawson was my abusive nanny who acted as my mother when she wasn’t around, which happened to be very often. Miss. Lawson had a very perplexing past that included being in the foster system for all eighteen years of her life childhood, having a miscarriage at the fresh age of twenty-five and finally, what wounded her the most, her husband, the love of her life left her. I knew that Miss. Lawson was more than just a broken hearted nanny whose mission was to make me a prisoner in my own home . She had a heart full of lost love and all she needed was someone to help her acquire it. That was going to have to be me.

After a few days of planning and scouting

I finally found the perfect man for Miss. Lawson. At lunch time that day a carefully placed my overcoat onto my petite body not making a single sound. I scurried across the street and conversed with the gardener, pleading my case and begging him to come meet Miss.Lawson. After begging him countless times he agreed to come over. I dragged him over by his enormous hands, into the house and then into the parlour.

“Miss. Lawson.” I said in the most innocent tone possible. I have someone here that would love to meet you. Miss. Lawson swiftly came down the stair mumbling words that I couldn’t make out. She came to the

parlour where the gardener from across the street and I were seated.

As soon as Miss. Lawson’s eye caught a glimpse of the gardener, she shouted

“David what are you doing, get out right now, I never want to see you again”. David began to squawk as he exited through the front door

“ I always knew you were a troubled woman.” he muttered in a childish tone. Shortly after David the gardener left Miss. Lawson returned to her regular duties acting as if nothing had ever happened. From that day on, every time Miss. Lawson grabbed me by her scrawny hand she obtained a firmer grip on my fragile boney arm.