Personal Narrative: How Rain Changed My Life

Sitting in the freezing rain on a December afternoon wondering what I did so wrong to be thrown out of my house. I look into the puddle that was formed due to the accumulation of the rain. As I lean forward to look into it all I see is a reflection of a child that was misunderstood and used his entire life. This child was me. While many children had a childhood filled with laughter and friends; this was not the case with mine. As a child that grew up with no friends; a person would perceive me as an anti-socialist, which in all reality would be far from the truth. I would crave the attention from any individual that would give me the time of day. Even though I craved the attention from any individual; the person that I craved the attention
Also my family’s current situation was very bleak. My parents was going through a rough patch. This was not new to me though due to the majority of their marriage being a rough patch. Even though I tried to stay optimistic through these rough patches; I would soon become depressed due to the current situation. All though my physical appearance was spot on; my mental state of mind was slowly deteriorating. All though I was going through one of the most difficult times in my life; my mother would not step up to the plate to take care of her children. This would be the argument that would end my relationship between my mother and
“Will”, said Brandi in a snarky tone, “So what is this I hear of you wanting to move in with your father?” Living with my mother was not always bad however it took a turn when she first started seeing her new boyfriend, Mark. Even though I was happy for her; a part of me still wanted her to take some time off her relationships and focus more on her