Personal Narrative: My Experience With Lung Cancer

A challenging situation, I had dealt with was when my father died of lung cancer. When he passed away, I was only eight at the time. Being the youngest, I took charge, by being optimistic to my family have them be joyful again and to not be a burden to mother and older sister, so I suppressed myself from talking about my father or how I felt. As a result, I stayed at home the day after he died, instead of being at school for a week or so. A few days later, I unexpectedly received a humongous dark yellow folder with autumn themed smelly stickers, as I opened the folder, filled with letters from my second-grade classmates. Asking me to come back to school and telling me how sorry they were about my dad. I still have these letters in my drawer
to keep them safe. In conclusion, if I could have done anything differently, I have my older sister open up more, even when she was boorish to me.