Personal Narrative Analysis

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The first few times mother let me go to Walmart with her it was amazing to see all of the choices- Now, it was just part of my normal life. My little sister, Xiaozhi made it worse as she experienced the thrill of going to Walmart for the first time that I had felt. I tolerated it since being fourteen now, I knew what goes on in a four year old’s mind. Being almost a decade older, it was harder to connect with her, though I was glad mother and father finally paid and prepared for a second child after all these years. It wasn’t that we couldn’t afford it- it was because of the one child policy that made Xiaozhi wait for a decade. Being fourteen, I was trusted to buy the essentials on my own and possibly spend some of my own money, which wasn’t a problem since I relied on my weekly allowance I’d been saving for a month now. Mother agreed to let me spring Xiaozhi from daycare and take her to Walmart for the day, and now all I heard was constant talking with no care in the world about the rules of grammar. …show more content…

“Dao-Ming.” I corrected, then gestured for her to continue. “Dao-Ming. Look over there! Stop, stop!” She pleaded. I stopped and backed up to where she was pointing. This time it wasn’t something new she found interesting. It was the kind of candy mom bought for her that was safe for Xiaozhi to eat. “Yeah, it’s your candy you like.” I replied, prompting her to use her manners. “Can I PLEASE have some sissy?” She nearly screamed. I urgently placed a finger to my lips, silencing her. I was about to say yes, although I hesitated for a moment. When I was little, Mother and father spoiled me, thinking it was their only child and this continued until I got overweight. Of course, now it wasn’t much of a problem now that I knew about nutrition and exercise more, but Xiaozhi didn’t know that- and she was already sort of

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