Personal Narrative Analysis
It was a different kind of road trip. Somehow I knew not to ask, "Are we there yet?" I don't think any of us knew where we would eventually end up that evening. My parents were doing their best to act like this was some type of family vacation. But mom was quiet (she never is), and the car was packed with odd items one would never take on a vacation.
Most of what had been packed in the car were diapers and baby formula. My little sister had just been born weeks before this obscure "vacation." The circumstance that prompted this trip was the mandatory evacuation that preceded Hurricane Andrew. However, this new source of life into our family was "amazing grace." She kept us on a routine. Feedings, changing diapers, and just
Most of what had been packed in the car were diapers and baby formula. My little sister had just been born weeks before this obscure "vacation." The circumstance that prompted this trip was the mandatory evacuation that preceded Hurricane Andrew. However, this new source of life into our family was "amazing grace." She kept us on a routine. Feedings, changing diapers, and just