Personal Narrative: This Is Me

Hopefully you still have a good memory, and remember that this letter was written for the personal narrative part of our, “This Is Me,” multigenre project. I’m more than certain you remember the most memorable, life changing things that happened to you four years ago, in 2016. The year isn’t over yet, so technically I don’t even know if anything has been memorable or life changing. Honestly, this whole school year has been pretty mediocre, but as a person, I think I’ve grown a lot. I mean, I’m a lot better than I was in seventh grade. I finally got over myself, and decided that I can’t be, “depressed”. I put depressed in quotation marks because, as you may know, I’m not even entirely sure that I had real, genuine depression. Sometimes I do,
Well, we just finished all the paperwork for the new house, and construction is starting. I have to share my room with Karinah until God knows when, and Lisa lives with us. This summer, Mama Honey, Papa, and Gabby are visiting for two weeks. I’m starting to get over the fangirl, bookworm and the future author of our generation phases. So what’s going on in your life? How’s the new house, and your own room treating you? Do we finally get a dog? Did you decide whether you want to be a doctor or a writer? Which colleges did you apply to? Are you finally going to live in California, or are you settling for Baylor? Has any of your sisters had kids yet? What do the kids call Mom and Dad? Please don’t tell me it’s, “Papa-,” something and, “Mama-,” something, because then that gives me a free-for-all with jokes and teasing, and I won’t feel bad for it. On that note, how are Mom and Dad? Are they happy? Are they starting to look old? Sorry for the million questions, but I’m
I think of someone who’s about to happily graduate from a high school they had fun going to. I like the thought of us becoming Valedictorian, or graduating in the top ten of our class. I imagine someone who’s going to a college they picked because they thought it was perfect for them. Then, you live a rich and successful life that you deserve from working hard. But you are you, and I am me, so I have no clue what you’re going to do in the future, or if these dreams will come true. What I do know, is that, you should be happy. You should be genuinely filled with happiness over the fact that your life as your own person is beginning. Even if we don’t become the genius doctor or Pulitzer Prize, New York Times’ Bestselling author, I’ve been dreaming about, I still want you to be happy. Honestly, you’re probably smart enough to do anything. I also know for a fact that you’re smart enough to know what you want, so I trust your judgement when it comes to life-altering decisions. I also want you to be happy with yourself. As I said earlier, I’m neither sad nor happy, I just don’t care. But I want you to care. I want you to care about every little thing to the point where you openly cry after watching a cheesy commercial. By the time we meet, I want you to have become someone the eighth grader you could hear about. When she hears about you, she’ll remember how you used to be, so the good news will form a