The Necklace-Personal Narrative

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My decision seemed positive at first, until the moment I stepped in the car, and I realized how real the situation was. When the two hour drive to the site started, I was afraid of how I would react to seeing the river again. As the drive continued, and the closer we got, the more I started to worry as the bad memories started rushing back. I saw buildings or signs in the town of the river, and they start to trigger emotions that have been saved up within me over the years. They reminded me of when we drove by our favorite ice cream place, where me and my mom went on the day the boys went fishing. Where we always ordered chocolate ice cream with rainbow jimmies, on a cone, and the picnic table under the giant willow tree, where we had my birthday …show more content…

I will never forget what she told me when she gave me the key necklace. She told me that day, “Paige, I am giving you this key, it is the key to my heart. As long as you have this, you know that I will always be with you, even when I pass.”. I always have the neclace with me, it is what I have left of my mother. I put the necklace on the morning of my birthday, and wear it everyday. It always brought me great sorrow that we never found the heart shaped locket, my mother died with it on, and no one knows where it …show more content…

It is a locket, a heart shaped locket, with indeed, a key hole in the center. There was something odd about it, though. I felt as though I remembered this locket from somewhere. My dad swam over to me, and asked what I was examining. When he saw the locket, he gasped, and put a quivering hand over his ajar mouth. He then looks over there o me and stares at my locket in my hand. I see him stare and look at the locket, his eyes shooting back from the locket to me. I remember about the necklace with a key on it that my mom gave me years ago. I slowly and steadily take the key off my neck, and match it to the hole in the locket. It fits. It creaks as it opens for the first time in years as I turn the key. Inside, is a picture of the day my mother gave me the key to her heart. In the picture, I was smiling from an overwhelming joy, and my mom was smiling, just by the fact of how happy I was. The sudden flashback made me smile instantaneously, and even bring a tear to my

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