Personal Narrative Essay: My Letter From NYU)

I close the front door, kick off my shoes, and throw my bag down. Rummaging through the mail after multiple bills and shopping adds we never look at, I finally got it. This is the moment I have been yearning for since I was 12 years old, my letter from NYU. This will either make all my dreams come true, or have them all explode right in front of me. I sheepishly open the letter, not wanting to rip anything. I read it out loud, “Dear Dakota, we are pleased to announce that you have been accepted into NYU.” I can’t believe it, this is everything I have ever wanted with life! “Dakota, are you here? I’m home!” I couldn’t wait to tell my mom I bet she will be so happy for me! She trudged up the stairs with a lazy smile on her face, I could tell she was tired. I was a smiling fool and was too excited to say actual words so I just handed her the letter. I could see her pupils moving left and right at about 100 miles an hour. The smile fell from her face
After multiple hours of crying and screaming into my pillow, I finally fell asleep. Days upon days went by, I refused to speak to her. About a week and a half went by, still no words have been exchanged between us. I wasn’t as upset anymore, so maybe it was time to talk to her again. Who knows maybe she changed her mind while she had time to think. I was sitting at the table doing my homework when I heard her come in. She walked up the stairs and looked stunned. “Wow I didn’t think you’d ever come out of your bedroom. Listen honey we got to talk. It wasn’t fair to tell you no without explaining myself.” I looked up at her and gave her a weak smile. “Yeah, that’s probably why I got so upset. I’m sorry for the way I acted mom. It’s just you know how important this is to me, and the fact that you aren’t letting me do it really upsets me.” She looked at me, I could tell she was upset. “It’s not that I don’t want to let you do it Dakota, I do.