Narrative essay
Alena
Professor Okun
ENC 1101
3 February 2014
Narration Essay Number One
Growing up nothing ever affected me as much as the time when I saw my baby sister in agony. Cecelia was only two years old at the time and yet she had already gone through something so horrific and frightening for a toddler to experience. I could not understand what was happening as I was only a little girl. The feeling that I had in the pit of my stomach left me feeling petrified because it was truly one of my worst experiences. But the way I felt was nothing compared to how frantic my mom was. Watching her daughter going through such agony is one of the worst experiences a mother can have happen to them. My dad was only minutes away when he raced down I-95 like Paul Walker in the Fast and Furious to beat the trauma hawk heading towards the hospital.
It all started on a typical Saturday afternoon back in 2004. I was about eight years old at the time and my sister was two. Cecelia, mom, and I were grabbing lunch at Panera Bread. My mom being the coffee fanatic that she is heads over to the coffee station to get herself a cup of coffee. It was a beautiful day outside, about 75 degrees and pure sunshine with the perfect amount of wind. I take my sister outside to go grab a table and sit down as we wait for our mom to bring over the food. In the meantime, after getting her “to go” cup of coffee she sets it down close to the edge of the table. Soon after sitting down, a sudden breeze out of nowhere comes over us, and not even seconds later the steaming hot coffee spills all over Cecelia. We were in complete shock. I started to become flustered as I watched the layers of her skin come off of chest, hand and leg. All you could hear is a sweet, sad cry for help as tears were profusely pouring down her face. I was so young at the time that I could barely understand what was happening, I thought she was dying.
My mom becomes delirious, rumbling through her purse as she grabs her phone to dial
Professor Okun
ENC 1101
3 February 2014
Narration Essay Number One
Growing up nothing ever affected me as much as the time when I saw my baby sister in agony. Cecelia was only two years old at the time and yet she had already gone through something so horrific and frightening for a toddler to experience. I could not understand what was happening as I was only a little girl. The feeling that I had in the pit of my stomach left me feeling petrified because it was truly one of my worst experiences. But the way I felt was nothing compared to how frantic my mom was. Watching her daughter going through such agony is one of the worst experiences a mother can have happen to them. My dad was only minutes away when he raced down I-95 like Paul Walker in the Fast and Furious to beat the trauma hawk heading towards the hospital.
It all started on a typical Saturday afternoon back in 2004. I was about eight years old at the time and my sister was two. Cecelia, mom, and I were grabbing lunch at Panera Bread. My mom being the coffee fanatic that she is heads over to the coffee station to get herself a cup of coffee. It was a beautiful day outside, about 75 degrees and pure sunshine with the perfect amount of wind. I take my sister outside to go grab a table and sit down as we wait for our mom to bring over the food. In the meantime, after getting her “to go” cup of coffee she sets it down close to the edge of the table. Soon after sitting down, a sudden breeze out of nowhere comes over us, and not even seconds later the steaming hot coffee spills all over Cecelia. We were in complete shock. I started to become flustered as I watched the layers of her skin come off of chest, hand and leg. All you could hear is a sweet, sad cry for help as tears were profusely pouring down her face. I was so young at the time that I could barely understand what was happening, I thought she was dying.
My mom becomes delirious, rumbling through her purse as she grabs her phone to dial