Personal Narrative-Kayla

Kayla Her words speak volumes. She uplifts people's souls and makes them feel free. She knows how to mend any broken heart. But how she does these things and how she is so wise at such a young age, no one knows. I don’t believe anyone will ever know. She in herself is as beautiful as a brightly colored monarch. Dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, with a slim and small figure. Her smile is contagious and as beautiful as the trees swaying in the wind. Through her struggles and worries she has shown me how to be free. To be free not just in your life but in your body, blood, and soul. She has faced every fear and sorrow encountered throughout her life. And showing you that you alone are beautiful and bright like a sunflower in the darkest days.
When I think of home it is the place where I first came to realize all of my thoughts worries, hopes, and dreams. It wasn’t the place where I had been raised, it was far from it. A beach. In my home town, about 10 miles away. Lincoln Township Beach was instantly where I felt a sense of relief. The waves monumental like a skyscraper. The trees gentle and peaceful. The wind that kissed your face with its cool breeze. Peacefulness. Your mind drifts into a sense of relief that not all things are difficult. This is where you feel released from your worries and struggles that are constantly dragging you
The constant beating of what sounded like drums inside my chest. First impressions are key. My sister, Kayla always talked about how sweet her boyfriend, Lee’s baby was. How can you be so nervous to meet a baby? Terrified. What if she didn’t like me and she had tantrums the whole time I was there? That would be an awful thing to remember. Not only to remember but to think about every time I would see her. Don’t mess this up. We pulled up the gravel drive the rocks flying up from the tire as we drove over them. A comforting sound soothing my anxious body. Lee’s mom was waiting for us on their porch. Holding the baby. What do I call her? I can’t even think of her name. I’m pathetic. As I walked up the steps I was shocked to find the sweetest baby waiting. Paisley, that’s it Paisley. A beautiful and delicate name. She was beautiful and she was delicate. Her skin was smooth to the touch. Soft like a fluffy blanket. Big round beautiful hazel eyes. Melting your heart instantly. And big squishy cheeks. Why were you so