Personal Narrative: Moving To Hawaii

My mom told me we would be leaving soon. To Hawaii. To the South. Maybe live with my sister for a while. I was surprised, but I was expecting it. I was sad, but I was happy. We drove back from South Carolina, visiting our cousins. My mom told me to not talk about it with them. Once we got back to our house, there were flowers in the driveway. My mom started crying and told us to grab our things and go inside. There were presents on the table. I didn’t even want them. I hated those flowers and anything that touched them. Upstairs, I went into my mom’s bedroom. I didn’t want her to see it. See half of the room gone. It’s ok since we will be gone soon, too. Finishing school is weird. I was happy to leave and sad too. Some days I would cry and …show more content…
One day I skipped school to pick up my brother from the airport with my mom. My friend texted me back. She said that someone had come to pick me up from school. I knew it was it. I couldn’t believe it would even try to talk to me, but I guess maybe that’s how it thought he could talk to me since he wasn’t allowed home. My sister also flew in from Hawaii. We all stayed together for a while. It was a nice one. We live in Pennsylvania, which is very far from Hawaii. We move quicker and quicker every day. There was still a month left in school. So, we drove to Utah. My brothers stayed with some cousins, and me and my mom stayed with others. We finished school. It hurt to think about It and what It has done to me, my family, and our lives. My mom especially likes it. I could tell she was struggling with us. But I always felt it was harder for me, too. Since I was the youngest, I barely turned 13, while two of my siblings were in their 20s. They know how to deal with life-changing things like this. So, I got a therapist. Crying is a regular occurrence. We flew to Hawaii. Me, my brother, and my mom. My other brother went back to Pennsylvania to live with it. It broke my …show more content…
We drove back to her place, the second story of a little house in Hauula. I loved it. I thought it was perfect! We went to the beach every day, tried all the good food we could, and had family visit us. My brother also visited us. He told me we don’t know all the things mom did, and we shouldn’t blame it. I blame it on you. I can’t help it, and it’s hard. Everyone seems to have forgiven it. I can’t. It moved to Maui. To be closer to us. I never visited him before. My sister would all the time. When he visits us, my brother would be fine. I would cry when I got home. My mom of course didn’t see it because he would drive us to places, get us things, and try to win us back. I don’t think I can win back. It would talk about me visiting, or him moving back in. I would avoid those conversations. Finally, it moved to Oahu. Even closer to us, he said. Many people in Pennsylvania told my mom she shouldn’t just run away from her problems, but no matter what, it wants and needs us. I don’t buy any of them. It didn’t want or need us for 4 years. Why should he be now? I moved on again. To Kahuku. It calls me a lot. My friends see it, too. They say the answer! Or call him back! I don’t. I don’t. He texts me the

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