Personal Narrative-Humorous Wedding Day

My hands flip through the old worn out pages of my parents wedding album while my mom talks about the day as if it were yesterday. My mom’s gown made of white satin with subtle beading throughout the dress gracefully dropped to the floor and continued with an extended train. Its puffy sleeves, that have now become out dated, would be the only changes I would make. Red roses intertwined with baby’s breath and white carnations had become the centerpieces that stand on the tables black clothes. The flowers probably went unnoticed because everyone was too busy gettin’ down on the dance floor. I’m reminded that November twenty- fourth will mark their twentieth anniversary and I close the album. My parents met in high school and became High school sweethearts just as I hope to be with my boyfriend. Our high school sweetheart relationships have the same title but everything else about the relationship is different.

Both of them have become so stubborn that just about the only civil conversations they have are discussed at the dinner table. Every day unfolds almost the same like an unrehearsed routine. My dad comes home from work and a home cooked meal, my mom made, is put on the table. Chit chat soon replaces the quietness. The start of the conversations begins by asking my dad how work was; then, everyone else goes around the table sharing what happened in their day. Not many other conversations between them happen