Personal Narrative-A Humorous Wedding

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I awoke the next morning to a note on the nightstand, it was from Preston, “busy day today as you know today is the funeral. Just know I love you dearly and I will see you at the church.” My heart sank when I read that message, I am becoming a great disappointment to not only my family, but the congregation. I stew in my sham for a few more moments when I snap back into reality remembering I am Mrs. Malone, respected wife and mother; I have to carry out my day. I get out of the bed and towards the master bathroom to clean myself up and prepare for the day. I finish getting myself together and I leave my room to go downstairs. I get to the bottom of the stairs and I see Zach and Mia dressed in their best clothes waiting on me. Even though today …show more content…

I cannot hear what they are saying to each other, but their demeanor suggest they are sharing condolences. I play with the cross on my necklace as I silently watch them. They end their display and Rebecca trots over towards the casket. Seeing there are no problems, I rush to go find Mia and Zach so we can get ready for the service to start. I leave the entryway and quickly trot down the aisle towards the back of the church. I discover Mia and Zach setting up snacks on the kitchen table. My fear starts to fade away watching my children, polite, respectful, helpful, they are just a few things I got right in my life. “People are arriving, so let’s get out there to greet them as they enter,” I declare. Zach and Mia put the finishing touches on the snack tray and trail behind me back to the front of the church. As we circle around to the doors we happen upon Preston as he is involved in conversation with the man. I halt dead in my tracks as fret over took me again. Frozen in fear, staring at them talk, expecting the worst, but praying for the best. Mia turns and sees I have stopped, she glides towards me as she says, “Mom, what’s wrong?” I close my eyes, slightly shaking my head, breaking the spell as I reply, “oh nothing, dear, let’s go.” My eyes become fixed on them as I walk with Mia towards the church

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