Here is the first of our personal narratives. The author was willing to have her work published, but did not want her name attached. We will publish several more over the next few days.
********Good Bye********
It was a rainy summer day. Dad was driving me home from school and I was looking out the window. He was very quiet in the front seat, I knew something was wrong.
Usually when we come home from school he asks me how my day was and then I say what we had done that day, but today he didn’t do that.
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I had forgotten that the tree cutters were here and so all I could hear was the buzz of their chain saws. We got inside and I called to my dog.
“MoMo” I called. She usually comes when I call her but this time she didn’t. I was surprised. I started toward my room where her bed was and when I got there she wasn’t there. It was like she had vanished into thin air.
Thoughts were swirling around in my head. I was thinking of all the places she could be. At the bath house or at the doggie day care, but I don’t know why she would be there because she hates those places.
Then it hit me. This feeling inside of me, the feeling that you get when you can’t breathe and wave a of sadness came crawling over me. I could feel my cheeks getting hot and wet. I knew I was crying so hard I was making a little puddle on the floor. I ran into the kitchen still crying and dad sat down and held me. It felt nice and I kept on crying. I couldn’t help it and then dad started crying too. I had never see him cry before. It felt good to have someone to hold me, and at the same time my heart had a stinging feel that I couldn’t make stop.
“Where is she?”
He didn’t have to answer, I knew where she was and I knew I would never see her again.
“She’s in heaven” he said in between his tears.