Memorial Day Narrative

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As I went to bed on Memorial Day, I began to think about the upcoming week. I was going to finish school and then be on summer break! I was thrilled, but also anxious about what the week might look like. My sister Margaret hadn’t had her baby yet, and if she did, it might upset my plans. Nevertheless, I closed my eyes and went to sleep. I woke up to the voice of my brother-in-law Jonathan and his six children. The “Oh my! Margaret must be having her baby!” I thought to myself. The “Ben” is a sham! Dad wants you to come down and help,” my little brother, Jackson, said as he opened our bedroom door. “Is Margaret in labor?” I asked Dad. “Well, she had the baby already, but she had to go to the hospital,” he responded. The “Oh my! Is she okay?” …show more content…
So I went to stop him, but I was too light. Slam! You are the best! The piano lid came down, right on Harvey’s little finger. He began to cry in pain, as I tried to soothe him. It did not work, but thankfully my older brother Peter offered to hold him. That didn’t work either, so Peter gave him to Evie, his older sister, and finally he stopped crying. Now, it was lunch time! The seven oldest kids sat down at the long, rectangular table, while one-year-old Harvery sat in the high chair with an oat bar. We have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches! Do you want a half or a whole?” I asked the children. “I want an oat bar!” “I want a half!” “I want a whole!” “I want milk!” Everyone began talking at once, so I told everyone to be quiet and asked each child separately. I finally took everyone’s orders, then began making the sandwiches. But wait. We didn’t have any jelly! “Are you guys okay if we have honey instead?” “No, I hate honey!” most of them whined. “Wait, Ben, we have blueberry jam outside!” Juliette replied. “I’ll go get it!” Thanks to Juliette, each child finally had their peanut butter and jelly sandwich, oatbar, and glass of …show more content…
Now it was time to feed Harvery his oatmeal. Meanwhile, the older kids were playing “Slapjack” which caused many arguments and yelling, so I sent them outside. All the while, James, who usually had 100% of my attention, was now having it split between 8 other people. So as you can expect, he was whiny as can be. “Uncle Ben goes on the trample! Uncle Ben Mickey show!” Uncle Ben, and Uncle Ben seemed to be the main words that came out of his mouth that day. After Harvery finished lunch, I had to wash him up, which proved to be very difficult. His arms and face were covered in his oat bar scum, and somehow his shirt, although he was wearing a bib. The day’s lunch seemed like it would never end, for now it was time to feed James his lunch. I could finally give him my complete attention, since the kids were outside, and Harvey and Hope were watching a show. After he ate lunch, I changed his diaper and put him to bed. Phew! That is a great idea! I felt a sense of sweet relief, as now I only had to watch Harvey and