Personal Narrative: Why I Take Me Away

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It was a beautiful day out, the sun was shining, music was playing and nothing could possibly go wrong. Then they showed up. Suddenly I’m being held up by both of my shoulders. I didn’t know what was happening. The only thing I could do was kick, scream and cry to the point where they’d have to let me go. But, they didn’t, I wished they did. All I could think about was why? Why are these people taking me away? I was hoping my Grandpa would come to my rescue and stop them. Wishing he wouldn’t have allowed those men to take me. I was terrified. No one was there for me, no one stopped them. Everyone watched, but they didn’t do anything to help. Why weren’t they helping me? My own family just letting it happen. I felt betrayed by the only people …show more content…

What had I done wrong? Who are these two men? Why didn’t anyone help me? Where was I going? I didn’t know. Soon after we arrived at our destination. I met a woman who looked just like my aunt. At that moment I felt comfort. The fact that she looked like someone I knew made me feel secure. Once I came to the realization and condoned the fact that I wasn’t going back home anytime soon, I hoped she’d be the one who’d care for me until it was time for me to go back.We got into her car and drove off. For a moment I was sure it was going to be her whom I’d stay with. I was wrong, she wasn’t going to be the one who’d care for me, she was taking me to the people who were. We arrived at the place and they talked for a while until she had to leave. To distract me they told me if I wanted to go look at their dogs, I wasn’t falling for it. So, I was hesitant at first but I ended up going after all so they’d stop asking. I looked at the dogs for a second, then ran out because I knew she was going to leave me with those people and I didn’t want to stay. It was too late by the time I got to the front door, she was already driving away. Tears filled my eyes once again and I began to cry. I was only two years old. In a home with

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