Personal Narrative-My Seventeenth Birthday - 1711 Words

Most people think that their birthday is a day to celebrate themselves with cake and presents. I had a different experience. On my seventeenth birthday, I experienced an event that could compare to the complete opposite of a birthday. At the end of that dreadful day, I realized that we can only take life one day at a time. This year, I did not ask for much. I already had what I needed. My birthday started out fantastic. A two-hour delay had taken into effect, since the sleet and snow took over the roads. I wore a striped 3/4th sleeved shirt, dark skinny jeans, and brown knee-high boots. I put on more eyeshadow than I normally do. I went out to Sue-Z-Que’s for a birthday breakfast with my parents. Next, I went to school and received†¦show more content†¦I ran to my room and cried into my blanket until it dampened with my tears. I started to lose control of my breathing, until my conscience kick in to tell me that I was going to be okay. The wait to see my mom felt like hours. Finally, my mom came home. I tumbled into her arms, weeping and I somehow managed to get into the car. In the car, my mother tried to make me realizes what happened and tried to prepare for what I was going to see. My voice could barely make a noise. Building up inside, I somehow managed to get my anger out. â€Å"Why? Out of all days of the year, this is happening to me?† â€Å"Karissa, dreadful things happen to us on days that seem to be the happiest.† She explained details about Grandma’s stroke and what to expect. After getting to Cresco, I couldn’t wait to get out of the car and to see Grandma. Nothing could prepare me for what the night was going to bring. At last, we arrived at the bay where my grandma laid. My body froze. I had no idea on how to approach her. I slowly walked in as my dad said, â€Å"Here comes the birthday girl.† I could only smile. Grandma looked back at me even when her mind wasn’t completely there. I felt so much pain just seeing her lay there. My heart ached for her. She could hear us, but couldn’t talk back. My cold hand grasped on tight to her warm hand. I didn’t want to let go. MyShow MoreRelatedLogical Reasoning189930 Words   |  760 PagesCollege; and Stephanie Tucker, California State University Sacramento. Thinking and writing about logical reasoning has been enjoyable for me, but special thanks go to my children, Joshua, 8, and Justine, 3, for comic relief during the months of writing. This book is dedicated to them. For the 2012 edition: This book is dedicated to my wife Hellan whose good advice has improved the book in many ways. vi Table of Contents Preface.............................................................