Thanksgiving Night-Personal Narrative

Thanksgiving night It was Thanksgiving night when we got the call, the call about my grandmother’s sister's death, we called her mama romme, it was my mom who picked up the phone asking who it was and what had happened. When my aunt told my mother what had happened that’s when I saw streams of tears running down my mother’s face I was confused at first but then I realized something bad must have had happened I didn’t ask her right away why she crying, or what had happened, she was sitting at the end of the table wearing a black dress that she paired with black shoes she had her hair down which was a bit odd because she usually keeps her hair down, I forgot what I was wearing but I remember what she was wearing, it was a bit crowded

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