Personal Narrative: The Miscarriage
The miscarriage If you’ve ever lost someone you care about you’d know how I feel. As hard has my life life is this one little moment changed it all and made my life worse. My mom was 2 to 3 months pregnant and had a doctor’s appointment to check on the unborn baby.Every check up she had was great except this one. Our unborn baby died.
My parents were all set for the appointment but they still had to drop Me, my Brother, and Sister off at our Grandmas. On the drive to my Grandparents I wasn’t worried about thing. As we had arrived I wished for everything to be alright and walked away. We all went inside my Sister and Brother picked a movie and turned it on. My parents walked out the door and left I turned around to find my sister bawling
her eyes out.
We had just finished the movie when I heard a knock on the door “Mom,Dad” I thought to myself. My Grandma opened the door it was my parents but they were crying and had looks of depression on their faces. They told my Grandma quietly something and I was confused on what had happen. I was so confused and had a bunch of feelings going through me. I was frightened and started to cry I tried to hold it in but my eyes were burning like a roaring fire.
As my Dad walked toward us in a slow motion way he whispered to us to follow him. Me and my sister knew something was wrong but what was it we wondered.We had went to the back room we had spent at least 10 minutes talking about what had happened. We came out of the room crying and depressed this was a very sad day.
We hugged our mom and cried I couldn't handle the pressure and blamed it on myself. I felt like telling my mom “it’s ok” but i was too depressed
My parents were all set for the appointment but they still had to drop Me, my Brother, and Sister off at our Grandmas. On the drive to my Grandparents I wasn’t worried about thing. As we had arrived I wished for everything to be alright and walked away. We all went inside my Sister and Brother picked a movie and turned it on. My parents walked out the door and left I turned around to find my sister bawling
her eyes out.
We had just finished the movie when I heard a knock on the door “Mom,Dad” I thought to myself. My Grandma opened the door it was my parents but they were crying and had looks of depression on their faces. They told my Grandma quietly something and I was confused on what had happen. I was so confused and had a bunch of feelings going through me. I was frightened and started to cry I tried to hold it in but my eyes were burning like a roaring fire.
As my Dad walked toward us in a slow motion way he whispered to us to follow him. Me and my sister knew something was wrong but what was it we wondered.We had went to the back room we had spent at least 10 minutes talking about what had happened. We came out of the room crying and depressed this was a very sad day.
We hugged our mom and cried I couldn't handle the pressure and blamed it on myself. I felt like telling my mom “it’s ok” but i was too depressed