Personal Narrative: My Life After High School

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It was during my first semester of 8th grade that my life would drastically change. I was 14 years old at the time, and I was still trying to make it through junior high. I had some friends, but not many. My parents were a big part of my life, they would do anything for me. My mother, father, and I would spend time together at the park once a week. We were always smiling and laughing together, that is, until my father was in an accident. This was not an ordinary accident; it was an accident that left my mother and I traumatized for years to come. One autumn morning, just another day at school, I was called into the office. My heart was pumping, my hands began to sweat, I had never been called up to the office before. What were they going to tell me? Was I in trouble? I walked into the office, and I saw my mother standing across the room, tears in her eyes. I ask myself, “What am I doing here?” My mother starts to shake. She tells me to sit down, and then she delivers the dreadful news, “Your father has been in a terrible accident.” Upon hearing the news, I quickly ran out of the school, devastated from what I had just heard. I didn’t want to imagine life without my father. Each day before school he would tell me the same valuable advice to remember: “Never stop believing in …show more content…
She, too, decided it was time to move on with her life; she just wanted a fresh start. It was hard for me to accept at first, but I grew to realize that her new boyfriend made her cry less often and just be happy. The man was kind of like my father. He was intelligent, funny and athletic. He was pretty nice to me and he loved baseball just like my father did. My father would have wanted this for my mother; he didn’t want her to be lonely and sad for the rest of her life. A few months passed and my mother was engaged to marry her new fiance. I was happy for them, and I knew my father was happy