Personal Narrative

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“Mom! Where’s my black paint?” I yelled out into the hall. I always lose my paint. I keep asking my mom for a desk with drawers so I can have a place to put all of my art supplies. My Mom rolled into my room in her wheelchair with my black paint in her hand. “Thanks,” I said, “Hey, when’s your next appointment with Dr. James? I want to come with.” “That’s new, I thought you were uncomfortable around Him?” “Well, I want to see what he does to you, because if he really knew what he was doing, you would have been out of that wheelchair two years ago.” “It takes time and effort, to do what he does. At the last appointment, He said that at this rate, I should be better in no time at all. He says the chemotherapy is finally starting to kick in.” “I still …show more content…
She closed her eyes and slightly shook her head back and forth. “What is it,” She asked. Dr. James walked over to us and started saying a bunch of big, technical words that I didn’t understand. Then, he said something that I understood, but couldn’t bear to hear. “I think we need to stop the chemo.” I knew what that meant. It meant she was going to die and there was nothing they could do that would stop it. I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there, and didn’t say a word as I stared blankly at the white tiled floor. My Mom and I got back into the car and drove home. When we walked inside the house, my little brother, Elijah, was on the couch playing video games with my Dad. They turned off the TV and broke the news. All of us were crying except for my Mom. She kept saying how she can fight it, or how we can get through things without her, and how she’ll make frozen casseroles to put in the freezer before she ‘goes.’ I don’t know how she was so strong through all of it. She never shed a tear until her last day on earth. I remember that day because it was Brenna’s birthday, March 13. I had to miss her birthday party because I couldn’t find the strength to do anything for a

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Suffering tragic losses through the past few years, realizes who my true friends are and struggling to find out who I truly am.. only thing has stayed constant, my ability to create and comprehend art. Art is my yellow brick road leading to my own Emerald City of pure bliss and euphoria. It has been there for me when I was going through my toughest of situations and even the happiest times of my life. My passion started when I was little. I guess you can say that my mom and grandfather were my…

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