Agile-Personal Narrative

After my leg is finally bandaged, of course, everyone had to go to bed. I think my mother would have killed me if she could have gotten away with it. The hate displayed as she looked at me lying in bed with my other three siblings. I told her, “I can’t cover up”. On her way to retire for the evening, standing still staring at me, as I spoke, pure evil pierced that moment. There was no sign she cared, and never articulated a word to me, just a death gaze before she moved on. My mother held a tight relationship with Pam and Cynthia, she talked with them more than me, treating them a great deal better. They sit up at night at the kitchen table or watching Television sharing tales and secrets with each other. This kinship between them and my mother
didn’t keep Cynthia from treating me different. Pamela and I however had disagreements; which came later in life. When Cynthia knew something was amiss, she shared the information with me.