Personal Narrative: Why I Love Sheet

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“It's quite cool outside, are you sure you don't want a jacket?” My mother asked me when I was already out the door. Like she could get me to come back inside and be late to my best friend's birthday party. “Nah I don't live that life I can do what I want when I want, I don't want a jacket so that means I don't need one” I would frequently say. Often I would go back and forth between putting on a jacket and just not having one. I don't often use them, but I sure could use them when they get cold. My wonderful angelic mother just stood in the doorway laughing at my stubbornness. I had already rushed out the door and nothing could get me to change my mind once I passed that door. As I opened the front door many people were shouting and having a good time, so I did what any teenager would do. Go join the party and have fun; We played a lot of stupid games and just had fun. That's …show more content…
I started doing things just for the sake of loving those around me and trying to give what that angel gave to me, hope. Simple things to let people know that they mattered whether it was a simple text or some time spent together. I couldn't remember those days any more vividly than who I was before hand. I was a new person and I can't go back because I don't know the way. Somehow being lost in helping others helped me pick up the pieces of my tattered, rent self. Days turned into weeks and from weeks to months then on to years, I still can’t forget but I still am somewhat there. Even after a full year we all have nightmares and that fear of losing those we love. We all do whether it's a lot or hardly at all, we care for people in our lives and yearn to make the most of it. Those 365 days can all be changed by a moment of choice, so why not make it for the better? “ How hard is it to hold a glass of