Personal Narrative: Personal Essay

“Bye, Ray.” Realizing she held her breath, she exhaled. Now, what? She could log in and check for any new work orders. That would occupy her time for a little while. She walked into the study and logged into the company site. There were three work orders in the queue. These would take up the rest of the afternoon.

Firmly fixed on her task the day passed quickly and the evening sun was vanishing. Logging out, she went into the kitchen and poured a bowl of cereal for dinner not feeling up to cooking and cleaning a lot of dishes.

There was one more night before Fiona’s friend, Denise would come to Glendara. Casey crossed her fingers that Denise wouldn’t detect any spirits and the house would get a clean bill of health. Then it would no longer

He is now three years old. Time goes by so quickly. My son is longer a baby. He is walking and climbing all over the house. His mischief has a way of keeping the servants on their toes.

Sean has been wonderful to Patrick. My heart melts when I see them together. When Sean comes home at the end of the day, the first thing he does is to lift Patrick up in his muscular arms and twirl him around the room.

Patrick giggles with delight wrapping his little arms around Sean’s neck to hold on tight. I could not have wished for a better father for my son. Now if only I could find a way to regain Sean’s love for me.

Reading this passage made Casey’s heart jump. It brought back sweet memories of Kelly standing in the doorway waiting for her to drive up after running errands. She would come teetering out the front door with her golden curls and laughing blue eyes to throw her outstretched arms around Casey’s neck and say, “Come and play with me, Mommy. Kelly missed you,” and oh, how Casey missed her.

How could she go on never hearing those words again or feeling Kelly’s baby soft arms wrapped around her neck in a big bear

It was more of a bittersweet memory a great relief to think about her child without crumbling into despair. The usual tug of guilt vanished. Being at Glendara had healed her heart. Is that why Kelly, or was it her mother, wanted her to come here?

Focusing her attention back on the passages, she read on.

We held a small party for Patrick. Children from the neighboring plantations came to celebrate. Sean set up games for them to play outside. They ran around the grounds laughing and screaming in delight.

Each of the servants gave Patrick a handmade gift. The cooks made a variety of cookies.

Sean’s gift was the best of all. He presented Patrick with a box of wooden figurines, each carved into the shape of a different animal. They were exquisite. I have learned to expect nothing more from Sean’s handcrafting.

Patrick loved them. We spent the last remnants of the evening in the study. Sean worked on his ledgers and I on my needlepoint while Patrick played on the floor in front of the fireplace with his new toys.

That is exactly how she envisioned them in the study. How strange. Was it a coincidence that she could replay moments of their life or was there another reason for the