Diana Medearis Narrative

It was a gust-filled, rain-drenched, stormy night outside of a warm dry home accompanied by the not so bright glow from a tabletop lamp. The rays of light stretched along the elongated patterns across the walls and the person sitting in the corner; Diana. She, Diana Medearis, sits snuggly wrapped up in a housecoat and blanket within a beige recliner chair, gazing through black rimmed glasses and hazel eyes, telling her story. Her hair is long and grey, yet it was once blonde and often curled, and her face is filled with years of age that could easily reflect life’s wisdom. Diana is 66 years old, she lives in Vallejo, California in a small mobile home; she is my grandmother, she raised me, and yet this person has experienced so much in her
Douglas is a border-town in Arizona, in which one of its borders actually crosses into Mexico, it also is known for its history of mining. It is not a large city, nor has it ever been, rather it is a town in which nearly everyone knows each other. Diana was given the middle name of ‘Raye’ as it was her father’s name and he wish to give legacy to it, however, he only initially received daughters, with Diana being the third child. She and her two older sisters, Phyllis and Jaretha had grown up mostly without their biological father since their parents had divorced around the time that Diana was only two years of age. However, her father did attempt to come back into her life when she was eight years old, additionally giving the chance of meeting new ‘half’ and ‘step’ siblings from Raye’s new
Apparently, it had been revealed that the only individuals who knew that they were moving into a boxcar was, her father, mother, and older sister