Personal Narrative: The Death Of A Little Sister

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The death of little sister

A significant experience can be defined as something that has happened in the past and is meaningful to an individual because of the impact it had on them. Everyone has a significant experience that is either bad or good in which are dealt with in very different ways. As for me, I have a significant experience that devastated my life. It was on July 16, 2005, I woke up to the voice of my mother crying hysterically in her bedroom. Without hesitation I rushed down the hallway. I grab the handle of the bedroom door with my hands shaking and my heart pounding. As I pushed the door opened I saw my mother with my little baby sister wrapped in her arms and shaking furiously begging her to please wake up. As of that moment I realized something was wrong with my little baby sister. At that time, I was eleven years old. I have never lost a loved one before and death is a word I did not know existed. The way I came to know it did changed my life forever. That Friday morning my step dad went to work earlier than expected and my baby sister’s cry in the morning is what usually wakes the rest of us in the house, but of
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She would stay in her room all day and all night crying. She did not eat, she did nothing but cry. Whenever she came to my bed room, I would ask her if I could go visit my sister in the hospital and she would look at me and said “she is in heaven baby, and we are not allowed to go there yet.” I would just answer with an “okay.” The worse part of what happened was the funeral day. My parents did not want me to see my sister’s body, but I started crying hysterically in the church and they eventually let me see her. I can vividly remember that she was in a glass casket, her hair was decorated with pink ribbons and bows and she was wearing the cutest little white dress and shoes. She was so beautiful and looked so

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