Personal Narrative-Doodle's Angel
Doodle’s Angel Even a whole year later I still felt responsible for his death; I was a wreck. I was still regretting how I treated him. So I take it as no surprise when I saw him for the first time after his death; I thought I was going crazy.
He didn’t look like how he did when he died. It’s like death brought out the best in him; he looked happy. I was in school when I saw him. He was outside in the gocart, I used to pull him around in. I jumped out of my skin. As my teacher slowly passed me he asked, “Are you alright there fella?” I looked at him then looked at the looks of intriguement on my classmates towards me. I said, “yes sir, I thought I saw something,”. Then looking back out the window to where I saw him. He was no longer there. “Alright,” my teacher said, “now …show more content…
“For what?” I said, “I was horrible to you!”
“No,” he said, “you taught me to walk, you were teaching me how to swim and how to row a boat, you were planning on teaching me to run, climb, and fight. I can do all of those things now. I can also fly like the story I told you.” He then glided up into the tree and sat upon a branch. He said, “come on brother,” I climbed up to him and sat on the branch across from him and then I began to sob. “What’s wrong brother?” he asked me.
I said through my crying, “my teaching was a selfish. I wanted to teach you these things for me. For me to play with you, for me not to get picked on about my 5 year old brother who can’t even walk, and for me to have a normal brother.”
Doodle said, “It’s ok brother”
I said still sobbing, “and worse of all I killed you I left you in the storm you couldn’t handle it and then you died!”
Doodle’s last words to me were, “it’s ok brother it doesn’t matter now I forgive you, I love you, thank you.” I covered my face with my hands and cried and cried but then I heard mama yell for me and I looked up to where Doodle was but he was gone. I haven’t seen him
He didn’t look like how he did when he died. It’s like death brought out the best in him; he looked happy. I was in school when I saw him. He was outside in the gocart, I used to pull him around in. I jumped out of my skin. As my teacher slowly passed me he asked, “Are you alright there fella?” I looked at him then looked at the looks of intriguement on my classmates towards me. I said, “yes sir, I thought I saw something,”. Then looking back out the window to where I saw him. He was no longer there. “Alright,” my teacher said, “now …show more content…
“For what?” I said, “I was horrible to you!”
“No,” he said, “you taught me to walk, you were teaching me how to swim and how to row a boat, you were planning on teaching me to run, climb, and fight. I can do all of those things now. I can also fly like the story I told you.” He then glided up into the tree and sat upon a branch. He said, “come on brother,” I climbed up to him and sat on the branch across from him and then I began to sob. “What’s wrong brother?” he asked me.
I said through my crying, “my teaching was a selfish. I wanted to teach you these things for me. For me to play with you, for me not to get picked on about my 5 year old brother who can’t even walk, and for me to have a normal brother.”
Doodle said, “It’s ok brother”
I said still sobbing, “and worse of all I killed you I left you in the storm you couldn’t handle it and then you died!”
Doodle’s last words to me were, “it’s ok brother it doesn’t matter now I forgive you, I love you, thank you.” I covered my face with my hands and cried and cried but then I heard mama yell for me and I looked up to where Doodle was but he was gone. I haven’t seen him