Personal Narrative

I remember the time my sister, Shifali Malhotra, and I built a fort in our closet over the summer. We were so young and making such fun memories. Summer spent together was always a blast. We would share multiple laughs and were, at the time, basically the same person.
As days flew by, and our time together grew shorter, her moments of attending high school were rearing to an end. Her days of going off to college were fast approaching. My sister would be leaving me to study two hours away at the University of Iowa. Although she would not be too far it definitely felt as if she would be thousands of miles away.
I hear the ding of the doorbell as my parents rush towards the door. They open the door to greet our family members, as we welcome them in, and get them situated. It was mid-summer and everyone that had entered was from my mother's side of the family. They were here to congratulate Shifali at her graduation party. The party was coming up in a short amount of days. All of Shifali’s friends and family would be attending.
My cousin and I prepared a speech to present on the day of the graduation party. We wrote a rough draft, fixed and analyzed it, and read it in front of my mom to get a final approval. She was moved by the speech and loved it. My cousin and I began to get excited about the day.

Everything was a blur, as the events were fast moving, and going by rapidly. My family and I arrived first to set up for the party. All the girls were dressed in gowns and guys in suits, almost like prom, but in reality, it was just a fancy graduation party. As we stood in the rented out hotel room for what seemed like forever, we noticed a crowd of familiar faces that began to fill the room. The room contained people who supported my sister throughout her whole life. By 7 o’clock the party began to kick off as music was playing and food was provided. The guests were all chatting and laughing as they seemed to be having a magnificent