Personal Narrative

When I was a kid, everyday I’d prayed for my dad to come back, and Noodles for lunch everyday.
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When I was almost three years old, my dad left. All I remember, was looking out the window, and seeing a car drive out of my driveway. He moved out of the country to Moscow, Russia after he had moved from New Hampshire. Little did I know, I wasn’t going to see him again until I was about three and a-half. I didn’t remember him much, and my mom was on an online dating site for about six months. Later she found a guy she’d really liked. He lived about four hours from Parker Colorado, which was where we were. They met halfway between the two towns, and had a great day. His name was Todd, and my mom really liked him. After roughly two years of them

I’d forgot about him for a short period of time, but I had to go. Being the guy that he is, and not knowing what to do with kids, my Dad took me to Las Vegas. Vegas. For a three and a-half year old little girl. Who does that? I went, and all I remember is being left in hotel rooms with people I’d never met, and a big city with crowds of different people. On the way to an unknown place, my dad got a call from my mom asking to talk to me. She’d told me she was married and had a new husband, and said that I had a new dad. She also mentioned not to tell my dad about my so called, “new dad.” At the age I was, I didn’t understand, but what I did interpret, was I missed my mom, and hated

Colby told me to come behind the couch, and my mom gave me the gesture to do so. I went and there on the ground was a huge, fluffy bean bag. Colby jumped in and I giggled and there was a TV on the ground too. He gave me the right away, and I jumped in too. I laughed as I launched in, as the soft, grey fabric brushed against my face. I was a pig gleeful to roll in an unknown mud puddle. Everybody laughed, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think we were a big, happy family. That same day, we unpacked our car, and we tried to settle in. I was calm until night came. I didn’t have a place to sleep and neither did Andie or Trevor. Lindsey wanted me to sleep in her big, king sized bed. So I tried, but I couldn’t. I crawled out in the middle of the night and slept on the floor with Andie. We unpacked boxes, and got ready to renovate because Mom did not like how the house looked. My room was set up, and all three of us girls roomed together. Tyler and Trevor were together, and Colby had his own