Personal Narrative Essay

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“When he comes to,” the doctor then told her as he touched a hand to my mama’s arm. “Right now the most important thing for him is to rest. After a head injury your brain needs time to heal, time to reset itself and allow for inflammation to go down. Sleep is the best thing for that. If you ladies would like, you can see him for a few minutes, but that is all. After that you might as well go back home for a while, and we’ll call you when he wakes up.” We had thanked the doctor and then slipped quietly into the I.C.U. room to see him. Once inside my mama took my step daddy’s hand in hers and began weeping by his bedside. I averted my eyes because I didn’t want to look at him like this, his face all bruised up and swollen, hooked …show more content…

Like a surprised child waking in the middle of the night to find her parents stealing the tooth out from underneath her pillow while replacing it with a dollar, I was in shock. What was reality anymore? I hadn’t any clue. I hadn’t even the faintest idea of what my mama’s words had meant either, but I knew what they were—witchcraft. There was no doubt about it. My mama then moved her hands slowly over Step Daddy Cade’s body before raising her arms up to the ceiling in an almost worshiping like gesture. As I watched her work, I was in complete awe, but had remained totally silent. My best guess was that she was doing some sort of spell that would help him heal or maybe it was for protection. But I really had no idea as to what it was. The only thing I did now know was that my mama knew a lot more about our family’s history, witchcraft, my Grandmother Lyanna, this village, and Abellona Abbott than she had let on to me. When we’d arrived back at home, I went to bed early. My head was abuzz and still foggy, and all I wanted was to just lay down with my kitten and get lost in my bulky

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