Personal Narrative: My Trip To A Senior Center
There are certain little things in life, that you just can’t seem to forget. No matter where you go, or who you are, that small memory follows you for the rest of your life. This is just one of those things, and even though it’s small...I’m perfectly fine with that. During the summer, I was able to go on a mission trip to Cass Lake, Minnesota; where we stayed for about a week or so. One of the most significant parts of the trip, for me, was on our last day when we went to a senior center. On that particular day at the senior center, we made birthday cards with the elderly there, and everyone was paired up with an elderly person to work with. The woman I got was named Florence, who smiled at me instantly, and amidst all of the other genres of people there, I felt like she was a different type. She was one of those people who didn’t just smile with their mouth, but she smiled with her eyes too, if that’s even possible. Florence
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She read it out loud and looked at me with tears in her eyes and told me that it was beautiful. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and kept thanking me for the card. And that made me tear up too. Shortly after that, just when I thought the water works were over with, one of the workers there came to us to check up on Florence. The worker reminded Florence of many things; what her name was, and what she was doing later on in the day. One of the things she had to remind Florence of was that her brother had died, just a day before. She looked devastated, but then after a while, she looked at me and smiled again. Soon after that, I had to get ready to leave. So we said our goodbyes, and just as I was about to get up from my seat she gave me another kiss on the cheek, opened up the card, pointed to what I wrote, smiled, and told me: "I felt it with my heart". And although I really didn’t want to, I had to leave. And I had a pain in my stomach up until I got home the next
She read it out loud and looked at me with tears in her eyes and told me that it was beautiful. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and kept thanking me for the card. And that made me tear up too. Shortly after that, just when I thought the water works were over with, one of the workers there came to us to check up on Florence. The worker reminded Florence of many things; what her name was, and what she was doing later on in the day. One of the things she had to remind Florence of was that her brother had died, just a day before. She looked devastated, but then after a while, she looked at me and smiled again. Soon after that, I had to get ready to leave. So we said our goodbyes, and just as I was about to get up from my seat she gave me another kiss on the cheek, opened up the card, pointed to what I wrote, smiled, and told me: "I felt it with my heart". And although I really didn’t want to, I had to leave. And I had a pain in my stomach up until I got home the next