Personal Narrative

One summer morning, the aroma of breakfast sausages lured me into the cabin’s kitchen, the place of great food and even greater messes.
“Hey, Mary, turn around and stick out your tongue.”
I stopped, dumbfounded in my tracks, as I watched my aunt, Maggie, grab her older sister’s tongue with the cooking tong. After a painful cry, Mary quickly swatted Maggie with a dish towel.
“Hey, you’re the one that always says to grab life by the tongue!” Maggie retorted.
With a quick giggle, I ran to Mary’s waist and gave her squeeze.
“You saw that didn’t you Gator? You see what she does to me?”
“She just loves you,” I replied, “but not as much as me.”
And with that, she embraced me or, rather, used me as shield as the battle of sisterhood commenced. …show more content…
My first intention was to hug my grandmother, and then, of course, the rest of my family. Everyone could not wait to hear about my adventures or celebrate my birthday later that evening; the day itself brimmed with excited anticipation. Before the celebrating could begin, though, my dad asked if he could talk to me outside. Nonchalantly, I agreed, but as we sat down on the bench, I immediately sensed an uneasiness about him. Knowing the expenses of the trip and the party, thoughts of bankruptcy and losing his job flashed through my mind. While he attempted to find his words, I thought of car accidents, of issues with Grandma, of divorce and court decisions, my head swarmed with uncertainty and worry. Like a hive of bees that had just been poked with a stick, I felt the world and all of its chaos spinning around me. “Alli,” his red rimmed eyes could not bring themselves to look into mine, “We didn’t want to say anything to disrupt your trip, but… YourAuntMarydied.”
The words came out like a string of beads falling on top of one another. No longer concerned with holding himself together, my father, the strongest man I knew, broke down. Like the collapsing of a dam, water sprayed and sputtered from the cracks of his eyes. For a moment, the world stopped. Not entirely understanding the situation, I sat there in my own disbelief, refusing to accept the fact …show more content…
Easter egg hunts, Christmas Eve dinners, oyster stew, Mount Rushmore, Paul Bunyan Land, dalmatians and zebra print. As one after another flashed by, I attempted to remember the last moment I shared with her. Did I tell her I loved her? Did I fall into the comfort of her arms? I forced myself to remember her scent of freshly picked flowers and powder, the taste of her stuffed cabbage rolls, her engulfing embrace, and the way she called me Gator. Absorbed in my thoughts, it took me a moment to realize my dad had composed himself.
“Well,” he paused, “Her and Maggie had dinner, then Maggie went to a friend’s house to drop something off. When she returned, she found Mary lying on the couch, still and peaceful.” I could feel the tears line themselves on the brim of my eyes. Doing his best to keep his composure, my dad continued,
“She had a heartattack.” Between shaky breaths he managed, “But they said... it was quick… and she didn’t feel… a lot of pain. This past year, her back and knees were giving her a hard time, Alli. She hid it very well from us, but it was excruciatingly painful for her. She’s.. She’s in a better place now.”

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