Personal Narrative: Home

The sun was shining brightly, reflecting off of the hoods of cars and windows in the streets. Even though it was so bright the sun was about to set. Ever since the accident, it has been hard to find good food, most of the food is perishable. I haven’t smelt something good in forever, the only reason I still know I can smell is because I smell stuff that smells horrible. When it is dark , I’m still not sure what is out there, that is why I try to get home before the sun sets. It has been hard to cope with not being able to see and/or talk to anyone.

Once I got home, I fed Sam and myself. These days eating means grabbing a spoon and a can of food and just hoping it tastes good. When I was finished eating, I put my head in my scuffed up and

We found this big park that was known for being very open and fun for the whole family. There was some things to climb, jump over and hurdle. I did a little bit of ‘training’.Afterwards, I grabbed the tennis ball Sam was sniffing for earlier, when he saw it he got excited. I threw it around a few times, he brought it back. The last throw went back towards some buildings, rolled under a car. Sam went after it, but once he got in front of the car he stopped and looked around, then he bolted (this was something Sam had never done). I tried to keep up with him, he was just running to fast. Just as I was about to come to a halt to catch my breath, in the distance, I saw him stop, it looked like he was ready to defend himself. I looked up and realized the sun was low and was about to set. I screamed for him, it took a while but he ran

That’s when we saw your bright lights flash, I didn’t know what to expect. I’m surprised I never saw anybody from here, out in the city. Sam and I have been in this city for a while.

“Sounds like you know how to keep yourself occupied, and we don’t leave this place often.”

“Yeah, I guess I do. Oh.”

“Based on what you have told us, I think you will fit in here, just fine.”

“This place looks like a good place to start over, to live the ‘good’ life.”

“Maybe you don’t have to start over.”

“What do you mean?”

“There is someone I want you to see.”

I can’t believe it’s him.

“Wally?”

“Dad? Dad, it is you. I am so happy to see you again.”

Embracing my son, is something I thought wouldn’t happen again.

“Sam, you still have him.”

“Yeah, he might not remember you too well, so he might take a while to warm up to you again.”

Sam goes towards Wally, and licks his face.

“I guess I was wrong.”

“Yeah. I missed you so much, who’s a good dog? That’s right you are.”

“So...Wally. How, how did you end up here?”
“That’s a long story, if you want to hear it let’s go and I will tell you all about