Personal Narrative: My Last Month In Napal

Last month in Nepal- Personal Narrative

I could not believe the sight that greeted me as I opened the front door in the morning. There stood Sumi, my best friend ever in this world looking in a way I had never seen her before. Tears streaming down her perfect face; only that she had never been like this before. Her eyes were filled with overflowing water. She swung her arms around me and started to weep, I comforted her. I asked her what was wrong but she couldn’t stop crying to tell me, my heart began to pound really hard because I was worried; she is my best friend.

I was stunned what she was telling me, it just couldn’t be true I kept telling myself in my head while she told me what he done. I didn’t know what to say to her; the words wouldn’t come out.

He took advantage of her vulnerability; he used her and stole her innocence. He put his dirty hands on her and raped her; my brain was throbbing at the image of his filthy hands. She told me how he had pulled her into an alley where he molested her.

Someone had just raped; the woman I cherished. I gave her a hug, I felt her pain; this wasn’t the normal Sumi. She had lost her happiness. I told her I’d be right back, as I climbed the stairs, my fury increase. I opened the bedroom door, and started to search our pictures to which I could comfort her. It was her boyfriend who raped her. I warned her before she made him boyfriend but she did not listen to me.

She whispered, “I am sorry”

I asked, “What are you sorry