Morgan Furtado Ms. Lehmann English 2 –2A 4 October 2019 The Day That Went Wrong It was about 4:00 pm. I was coming home with my Dad. It was so quiet that if a fly could scream, you would hear it. I wanted to say“How was your day?” or “How was work?” but I kept my mouth shut. We finally got home after what felt like 2 days. I walk into my house and I saw my mom sitting in one of the chairs at the dinning table. I went to my room, thinking everything was normal. I put my bags on the floor, and I heard my dad walk into the house and start to talk to my mom. I was right next to the dinning room, but I really didn’t hear them talking. A few moments later, I heard “Morgan, come here.We have to talk to you, please.” “In a minute, Dad,” I shouted so he could hear me. I headed over and I looked at them funny asking, them what was wrong. I sat on the other side of table. They both looked at me like they were worried. Finally, my mom opened up and said what she had wanted to tell me all day. She looked at me and said, “Morgan, this isn’t good news for you, but you have to know. Papa Joe is in the hospital and might not make it.” I just looked at her in disbelief. I couldn’t look at the picture that we had on the wall. “It just can’t be true. It just can’t. I just talked to him last night.He sounded fine. What happened? Why is he in there? Mom, please tell me!” I shouted. My dad gave me a look that could have burned a hole straight through my body. I knew I shouldn’t have yelled, but I couldn’t hold it in. “He went in this morning,” she said “Meme said that he couldn’t walk,but he could talk.” I looked at them one more time, just to make sure it was real and not fake. Then, I looked at the picture of him and me a few years ago on the wall. I was so little, 8 or 9 years old. That was the second time I went to Cali. I still look back on that day, but I try not to. I looked down at the table, and I saw water drops. I slowly got up and said, “I’m going to go to my room.” I started to walk when my mom stopped me. “Sit down. I have to tell you something still.” I went back to my spot at the table. I sat and looked at them both. With tears in my eyes. “I leave tomorrow at 6:00 p.m. If you want to see him, start packing. Evan, Lilly, and Holly are leaving right now. They are taking you home. They know that you will be with me. Pack for five days. Now you can go to your room.Start packing, please,” my mom said softly. I got up and walked to my room. As I walked, my shoulders felt heavier and heavier. I kept breathing in through my nose, out through my mouth. I shut my door behind me, sat on my bed, and just thought. I looked over to the hats that he gave me when I saw him last. There were about three or four of them. I picked one up and I felt more weight. My head started to pound. My hands shook like a mini earthquake. I put the hat down and broke down. My heart started to race faster and faster. I put my head into my pillow, thinking that would help, but it didn’t. It just made it worse. I grabbed my bag and started putting my clothes in it, trying not to look at the hats on the dresser. Later that night, I had my bag packed and by my door. I don’t think anyone ate that night. I couldn’t even try. Every time I thought about eating, my stomach knotted, and it got worse out through the night. The morning came, and I didn’t feel better. I threw on some clothes and went to the living room. I sat down in the chair next to mom. It was so quiet. It was time to leave. My heart dropped a few feet. I got into the car. The only thing that was making sound was the radio. Three hours went by, and we finally said something. “Would you like something to eat?It’s getting late,” my mom said. I looked over and shook my head yes. We finally got there, to my Meme’s house. I walked in, went to the couch, and went straight to sleep. The next day, I headed over to the hospital with my mom and Aunt. We didn’t say a word. I thought, “I haven’t seen my Aunt in years.” It was so weird. We get to there and my heart drops again. I was walking slower and slower as I got to the room. Then, we got there. The third floor, 57th room, at 10:00 am. Personal Narrative Reflection 1. Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific. - First, we brained storm and also found where I was going to put imagery, show don't tell, and dialogue. Second, I made a made an outline for our story. Third, we typed a rough draft. Then, Ms.Lehmman corrected it. The. I corrected it and then I printed the final paper for here 2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them? - The reason this is a narrative is because of imagery, show don't tell, and dialogue 3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part? - I feel like my best part was the fist page of my narrative. I like all the imagery I put in it and dialogue.