Personal Narrative: Death Valley In California

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One day when I was thirteen, I was at my sister’s apartment in June. I had just woken up at 7:30am, and the kids were still sleeping. That day was the first day I took care of my nephew Adrian, and my nieces Sophia and Penelope. They were still sleeping, so I let them sleep. I sat there wondering how bad they would be when they woke up. When they did wake up it wasn’t as bad as I thought, but they did wake up hungry. It all started when my nephew decided to start crying because he didn’t want to brush his teeth. However, there was no other choice, and I forced him to brush his teeth. I started making eggs with toast for breakfast, and it smelled good. The food was looking at me like they wanted me to eat them, but I had already eaten cereal …show more content…

That was until I got bored and asked them if they wanted to go to the park. My eyes were dying from watching those movies anyway. The kids surprised me though. They were more hyper than any point in the day, and it happened so suddenly. Honestly, I did get a little scared to take them to the park, but I did anyway. Death Valley in California is what this heat reminded me of. It was kind of a long walk there, especially for them. I was very happy I had brought a few water bottles because they were thirsty. I almost felt like a genius. When we got to the park there was no people, so I told them to go to the playground while I went to play …show more content…

He looked like he was scared and in a lot of pain. I told him that he had dealt with a million times worse than that. It took a little while to make him feel better. After I managed it though I kept playing. Around twenty minutes later I saw they were exhausted.Except for a little less than half a bottle, they drank all the water leaving basically none for me . Avoiding the sun, they sat under the slide all shiny, and super sweaty. Eventually they started to whine that they wanted to go home. I didn’t think kids all under the age of four would want to leave a playground. As a little kid, I remember trying to stay as long as I could before my mom got mad. Confused and a little irritated, I kept on playing until I realized why they were whiny and wanted to leave. All of their eyes were telling me it was time for a snack and a nap. That’s when had I felt kinda bad for making them wait, and felt worse when I thought about the walk

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