Personal Narrative: Mammy And Daddy

Daddy had been gone for almost half a year now but I still remember it like it was yesterday. It was early winter in the state of North Carolina, my brother Ian and I have been waiting for this day for months now. It was Christmas. Ian and I ran downstairs at 7 in the morning hoping Mammy and Daddy were awake. Unfortunately they weren’t so we woke them up. Mammy and Daddy slowly stumbled down the stairs till they finally made it to the living room. Where they presented us with two gifts, one for each of us. My gift was the latest Meccano set, in Ian’s gift was a baseball glove and ball. Ian was always the sportier one of the two of us.

Later that afternoon not long before Christmas dinner a group of Klans-people were chasing two coloured boys down our street wielding shotguns and rifles. Shortly after Ian and I heard two loud blasts we both looked at each other knowing what had occurred. Moments later Daddy ran to the front door and told us to stay inside no matter what happened then suddenly he ran outside, Ian and I peeped through the window however our view was obstructed by a big oak
He was a better catcher than I was but I could throw a lot harder than he could. Later Sheriff Clarke arrived bearing very important news. We invited him in so he could talk to all of us at once, he said that witnesses of the shooting saw a man described as tall, blonde, fit and had blue eyes. He continued to say that the man was identified to be a known KKK activist know as James Thomas. Since the death of Daddy was 3 months ago the police had had some difficulty tracking James’ movements within the past few months however he was last seen on the outskirts of Goldsboro. Goldsboro was about 3 hours away from our hometown of Reidsville so police had great difficulty searching for him. The sheriff told us at the end of the conversation that if any more information was discovered that he would inform us as soon as