Personal Narrative Analysis

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“Vitality shows in not only ability to persist but the ability to start over” , this is a F.Scott Fitzgerald quote that he had the sharpest intellect to create. Strength is what emerges in one overtime to get through any circumstance. As I possessed strength to get back to the United States of America, Leah possessed a greater amount by staying. Seven years, four months, trillions of breaths later it finally registered with me that I am traveling to Kilanga, to my sister.Where there are yellow hued rays that flare in the sky while a retrieved, Malaria remains sweeping 600,000 lives a year. My identity has dissipated,now obtained falseness, all owing to the fact that I’m not limping and continuously vocalizing. Leah’s eyes will conceivably …show more content…
My body adapts easily, almost too easily, maybe because it remembers all we went through. The sounds of gun shots devoured my ear drums so quickly. Seeing little kids,running, oblivious to what is really going on is astonishing. The deep wounds in their legs and exit gun wounds around the eyes were very concerning. Wondering who was the cause of all of this, I knew that I had to remember someone. Trying to not get flustered, with all the chaos currently, I rushed to see if I could find Leah. I started walking and reading the people i once knew. As more effort was being put forth, could i even recognize my own twin sister? Would she resemble me? These knees got heavy and desperation pushed them into the soil. Hands joined together as i started to say the only thing i remember in the french-kilango language, said by all who were hopeless, “Aidez-moi, oh seigneur”. History was my only religion, but I had to give the Lord a chance if I was going to find my …show more content…
You were looking for help and as i know most people around these walls, i could get you where you needed to go.” Everything about this little congolese girl puzzled me and there was no way for me to react in the correct manner. “Do you know someone called Leah?” Shocked, her eyes widen like saucers, she got pale in the face, and i was diagnosing her once again. Does she have anemia, is she dehydrated, or worse, drug abuse? Aminata spoke softly,“I knew you from somewhere”. Her smile got ever so creepy and wrinkles formed, “Leah is my mother, you must be her sister”. Flabbergasted, I hugged Aminata with all the strength i had. God may have answered my prayers, but good wits could get you here
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