Personal Narrative Essay: The Day I Remembered Me On Facebook

The day my dad friend requested me on Facebook was the day I felt as if everything in my life came to a screeching hault. These walls that my family had strategically built around me were starting to crumble and break away. The subtle cracks in my family 's foundation suddenly became deeper and more evident. The light blue notification illuminating the screen was once something I never cared much for, nor paid much attention to, had turned into an abyss of the unknown. Nervous and overwhelmed, I dragged my cursor and clicked "decline". As a child, I remember my family consisted of the following: my mom, grandma, grandpa, aunts, and uncles. The madness and hysteria of living in an Italian and Irish household can be difficult to put into

things in the universe had aligned and this was finally where the two sides of my family would collide and mesh together, or at least that 's what i thought at the time. The day I met my dad was strange. there was this tall blonde lady that sat in the corner of a tiny yellow room; She wore a black pantsuit and had a clipboard in hand. The woman never really said much; she just sat there. She was a ghost in a "not so crowded room" and to be completely honest, I forgot she was there the majority of the time. When I first walked into the yellow room, I saw a man there. He had blonde, curly hair and wide green eyes. I thought it was strange that his hair curled the exact same way mine did, and that the color of it was the same. I remember thinking he looked a bit alien-like: large head, skinny, long legs, and long arms. He was wearing a polo much too large for him, and baggy khakis with a slight crease on the side. The mere fact that he was absent, gone, and a total enigma, made me think he came from another planet. At the time, I wasn 't sure why I was having meetings with the "Alien Man". In fact, I just accepted it until a week

or Ethan*... or...." He awkwardly rubbed his palms together,
"or you can just call me nothing at all." He looked at me and then quickly looked away, as if avoiding my curious gaze would somehow make him not guilty of just abandoning his responsibilities. So I called him nothing but "Alien Man".
I would be lying if I said I didn 't care about him as the weeks went by. Actually, I felt that the Alien Man was growing on me. I enjoyed his company, and i thought he enjoyed mine. For the next meeting, I brought my new roller-skates. They were bright pink with Batman stickers that i had crudely plastered to the sides. The tall blonde woman walked out of her room and sighed. She looked at me, and then pulled my mom aside. I waited in the hallway, kicking my feet out of boredom. The door squeaked as it swung open and Mom grabbed my arm, leading me out to the car. Once I was buckled in, my mom drove