Personal Narrative

Initially, I'll never forget that day. It was a bitter cold March afternoon. The sky was a dull lifeless gray color. I was only seven years old and being my typical obnoxious self as I barged through the front door coming home from school. I didn't think anything of the fact that my Dad’s car was parked in the driveway. He was suppose to be at work. I threw my backpack on the floor and skipped to the refrigerator for a fruit punch juice box. As I closed the door and took a sip I heard deep coughing sounds coming from upstairs. When I made my way up the stairs I came to my Mom’s room and found my Dad sitting next to her with a worried expression on his face. My mom looked sickly pale and dangerously thin. We knew that she had mentioned not feeling …show more content…
Everyone always immediately thinks the worst in these types of situations. I tried my best to shut out those thoughts but it wasn't working. The same thought kept running around in circles in my brain. My eyes were wide with fear and my stomach felt like it was being tied into a knot. The doctors finally came in after hours of mental and emotional torture. The doctor looked exhausted like he hadn't slept in days and had tiny dark circles that hung underneath his eyes. He wore mint green scrubs and glasses too small for his face. He glanced down once more at the x-rays and test results on his clipboard. He got ready to reveal the good and bad news. I thought about how this would be the time that they'd tell us it's no big deal, that we could go home and my mom only had a bad case of the flu. But that was not the case. My mom had sepsis, a life threatening bacterial infection in the bloodstream. Her organs were slowly beginning to shut down one by one, starting with her …show more content…
We were both confused when we saw them disconnecting her fluids and machines. She scribbled something on the doctor's clipboard and looked up at me with a face i'll never forget. Although she was still sickly looking her her eyes were bright and she was beaming when she announced the news. She had made so much progress in the past several days that she was allowed to sign herself out. She was being put on at least a dozen antibiotics and had to remain on bed bed rest for two weeks but there was no convincing her to stay and get better. I ran and jumped on the bed wrapping my arms around her as tight as I could. My grandpa wasn't an emotional man but we could both see a tear creeping down the corner of his eye. Nobody believed she would make it. Words could not describe how relieved I was. Because I was so young I didn't understand how sick she still was, I was just thankful that she was going to be