Personal Narrative: I M Moving To South Carolina

I'm moving to South Carolina to be closer to my mom. My son Charlie loves the thought of moving because we finally will be out of the country and next to neighbors. The neighbor to the left is very inviting, maybe too inviting. She came over and brought us a pie and offered us to come over for dinner, but I made up some excuse to not have to go. I'm not a very friendly person. Charlie told me that I was very rude. The next evening I calmly walked over to Sars house. I apologized for my selfish acts and invited her to come over for supper. At dinner, she asked why I Made the choice to move I told her family reasons, but that wasn't enough. She asked if everything was okay. ‘’My mother is very ill. She hasn't been the same. I've seen her three times this year. Each visit gets shorter and each moment with her feels less like the past.’’ I said. The next morning I was sipping at my coffee and I heard the phone ring. I answered it, It was the hospital. Immediately, I dropped my phone and ran to my car. I drove as fast as I could, it was my mom she passed. After I got home my mother's land owner called me. She said I had five days to clean out all her things. I wasn't gonna do it alone, so I walked next door to ask for Sars help. At first she was very hesitant to help, but after she saw how much pain I was in she said she would be honored. The next evening came along and we got in my car and drove to my mothers.There were so many boxes. Each was labeled with who it goes to, where it should go, or even how to give it to certain people. There was a single envelope sitting in the middle of the floor. It was labeled “My special daughter” Sar asked if she wanted me to have her open it, but I said no. I wanted to open it myself. I walked out onto the back porch and sprawled out in a lounge chair. The letter said, Dear my little Amy, I know i'm very sick and I may not make it but just know I love you. I have so much to tell you, but not enough time. The past five years have been very hard. Not being able to watch you grow really hurts. But I know you will be okay. I don't know how you're going to do this but find her. Their is a young girl that is your sister. I couldn't tell you because I didn't know her myself. I had to give her up when i was 17 years old. She is four years younger than you. Find her and cherish the moments you get with her. I love you Amy Love Mom. I couldn't catch my breath. I walked back inside and tried to explain my feelings to Sar. She asked …show more content…
“Hi my name is Coco, how may I help you?” Said the lady at the door. I told her my whole story about my mom passing and the note she left me. She asked for my mom's name and an estimate date when my sister was adopted. I told her Cary Lee and around 1980 was when she was adopted. She told me to give her about three days and I will call you. I wrote my number on a sticky note and went home. I waited and waited for the young lady to call me, but she didn't. Finally I was tired of waiting. I drove to the adoption center and asked to speak to Coco. An older looking man took me to her office. I sat in this big red chair. It was really uncomfortable, almost as uncomfortable as I was about not knowing I had a sister. Coco said she didn't find anything. I wasn't giving up. Coco gave me a few options of other men to look into. I went home and picked up Sar. We went out to lunch and talked about finding my sister and how I was gonna do it. I told her he news about Coco and her findings. We both pulled out our phones and looked up the guy's name. He lived in South Carolina we can visit him this