Personal Narrative-Formal Analysis

In the picture I chose for my article, there are two people in it. There is a boy dressed with a black suit and a green tie, smiling, at the camera with a girl in a green dress. I chose this picture because although they both look happy in the picture they have a bad past. The boy in this picture is the girl’s brother, Francisco, and the girl in this picture is Sandybel (me). In the past both the boy and the girl would fight all the time no matter what. Whether it was about food or whenever it came to me making a decision, he would always criticize me. All of the arguing would go on for what seemed like forever. Day after day we would argue about anything because we both didn’t like the decisions either of us would make. My brother never really tried getting close to me because he didn’t like me dating guys period. From the day he found out I had a boyfriend, things changed. He would call me rude names and he made me insecure about myself. I tried not to let it show that his words were really hurtful because then he would probably think that he won the argument. I always tried hurting him back by telling him stuff so he would feel the pain he was giving me but looking back at it, I was being really immature. Later on my brother and I became closer because of my quinceanera that was coming up. I would get mad at times when my brother would just fool around when we were supposed to be listening to our dance instructor or when he would miss practice whenever he had to go run, or do some type of exercise to get into the Marines. We already did have a lot of problems whenever the quinceanera was going on because of some of the guys were being dramatic and my brother as my main dancer wouldn’t even bother to show up was causing me a lot of stress. When the day of my quinceanera was coming up he began to participate more and listen more which made me really happy. He also did have a lot to learn, but at the end he still got the dance moves. Days passed and finally, the day of my quinceanera had come. …show more content…
I was really nervous because of the whole dance that day, even when I was on the party bus that was all I could think about. I somehow managed to take a picture with my brother while we were on the bus which did bring joy to me. The quinceanera dance ended up pretty good and next thing you know, the day had ended. Later on my brother and I would hang out a bit more, but then problems began to come in and we drifted apart all over again. There was a time where he left the house because he couldn’t stand my parents or my sister and I anymore. He would get mad if my parents would ask him to do some chores and all that he wanted to do is stay on his phone, or go to parties. Whenever he left it caused my mom depression because we had no contact with him, and even though we did fight all the time I did miss him. Two weeks had passed by and next thing you know it, he came back home by surprise. He somehow noticed that what he had done was wrong and apologized to my parents. As for me, he had a big understanding because someone spread false rumors about me and he had believed them and never asked me about it. I didn’t want to forgive him because he had told me that he disowned me as his sister. It really hurt me because he never even told me the reason why he had told me that or why he was acting shady around me, but I just couldn’t stay mad at him. For all I know I wasn’t going to see him for three months once he had left to the Marines and I didn’t want him to leave knowing that we had left the situation in bad terms. The week before he left had come and we became really close for some reason. Therefore when the time had come for him to leave, it really hurt me. I chose this picture because whatever happened between my brother