Personal Narrative: The Event That Affected My Life
Six years ago, I experienced the biggest event that has affected my life. I was living in murtaugh with my two parents and four other siblings. One of my older brothers named Fabian was never steered in the right direction. He was strongly influenced by my father's believes that he was not meant to further his education and to just work to support the family. Once of age, Fabian dropped out of school, not reaching freshmen year. He began to get into the wrong crowd and began getting into drugs and was in and out of juvie. The situation got so bad that my parents ended up moving the family from Twin Falls to Murtaugh to get away from the bad influences Fabian had. Fabian ended up doing better he started working at a dairy and made quite the
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It was a warm summer afternoon that was seemingly like every other day. My parents had decided to turn him into the authorities after getting in a fight with Fabian over his drug use and beginning violence. Unaware that my parents had called the police, all of the kids carried on with their day. About an hour after the fight, the police had pulled up to the side house. By then, my mind was set to feel afraid at the sight of a police officer. And as natural instinct, I started to panic at the sight of two police officers coming to my door steps. I quickly took the kids to their rooms to watch tv so that they would not see anything of what was about to happen, but I came back to the living room. My parents were outside talking with the police officer before they came in. Fabian was in his room which was one wall away from the entrance of the house to where the officers were headed towards. They opened the door without warning and I was standing to the side of them as they turned the hall to Fabian's room. I heard yelling from my brother and sounds of struggle . Seconds after they came out with my brother with his arms behind his back. His eyes were in red stains and puffy, tears running down his face. He was crying. The moment I realized what was going on, my heart instantly dropped and tears filled my eyes, This was the worst feeling I have, to this day, felt. I understood that my brothers actions had to have
It was a warm summer afternoon that was seemingly like every other day. My parents had decided to turn him into the authorities after getting in a fight with Fabian over his drug use and beginning violence. Unaware that my parents had called the police, all of the kids carried on with their day. About an hour after the fight, the police had pulled up to the side house. By then, my mind was set to feel afraid at the sight of a police officer. And as natural instinct, I started to panic at the sight of two police officers coming to my door steps. I quickly took the kids to their rooms to watch tv so that they would not see anything of what was about to happen, but I came back to the living room. My parents were outside talking with the police officer before they came in. Fabian was in his room which was one wall away from the entrance of the house to where the officers were headed towards. They opened the door without warning and I was standing to the side of them as they turned the hall to Fabian's room. I heard yelling from my brother and sounds of struggle . Seconds after they came out with my brother with his arms behind his back. His eyes were in red stains and puffy, tears running down his face. He was crying. The moment I realized what was going on, my heart instantly dropped and tears filled my eyes, This was the worst feeling I have, to this day, felt. I understood that my brothers actions had to have