Narrative Essay Sample:My Turning Point

📌Category: Experience, Life, Myself
📌Words: 1060
📌Pages: 4
📌Published: 23 January 2022

Everyone in life has a turning point. That moment that changes the way you think and act. It can happen when you're in your 40s or even younger like in your teens. I didn’t realize my turning point was going to happen so soon in life. One day I was your average child split between two parents, and the next I was someone who had to make a decision. A decision I was not ready for.

It was a typical summer Friday. Wake up at the time I like, no homework, no school, no grades nor the stress of waking up on time for the bus. I was with my mother this week so it should have been pretty ‘relaxed.’ However, my mother can be extremely temperamental so I can’t say it will always be relaxed. The day was pretty normal. My mother was still chaotic trying to get the house ready, a sister who I’m not sure is on planet earth, and a lazy dog who loves blankets. I had a hard time deciding whether or not breakfast was worth it, but Lauren (my sister) made the decision for me. She came down the stairs yelling, “Waffles!”  Lauren and I sat alone at the table, this was something normal for us. Sitting at the dinner table with your family is something so simple, you would think no different about it. However, since this day it is something I try for everyday. It brings us together to connect. It isn’t so lonely anymore.

As the day was coming to an end and I was zipping my last bag up, when my mother called saying dinner was ready. Now, that was odd because every other Friday we go to our dads we always have dinner there. This night in particular, we were supposed to go to the movies so I really didn’t want to eat anything. I head downstairs to questions filling my head and a gorgeous piece of steak is lying on the counter. *A fun fact about me is that steak is my weakness.* So being polite I sat down and grabbed myself a small slice, so I could still have some popcorn. I also knew Maria (my stepmom) would get upset because she doesn’t like when we eat at our mother’s. It’s more so that she really does not want us to eat junk food, especially if we know we’re going to have a big dinner. 

Lauren comes down completely unaware and grabs a huge slice, forgetting we were going to the movies. I go and ask, “Hey mom, why did you make dinner, we always eat at dads?” Looking fed up and annoyed, my mother answered, “I thought I could do something nice for them. Why does it matter, are you questioning me?” “No” “Well you're having it here,” For the rest of the meal we kept quiet. The silence was awkward, but if we were to speak my mother would question us and a fight would start. This was something I did not want to do.

The steak was not sitting well in my stomach so I rushed to the bathroom. (Details will not be given). However, suddenly, I hear yelling from below. It’s most obvious it’s between my mother and father, but the words are unclear. It was the end of the month so it was most likely about child support. What got me worried was that Lauren was downstairs. She is overly sensitive and so it always worries me when she is close to them. I could not get off the toilet to grab her, but I hoped she left the situation. A few minutes later I heard loud footsteps that could only be my father probably coming to get my bags. “You okay in there,” I hear him say. “Yeah, the food went right through me. I’ll be down in two , ''Yeah that’s fine take your time,” giving me his usual response when I’m running late. 

Crash! I rush down the stairs to my driveway, to see my mother and step mom standing off to one another. Lauren was in the car looking despondent. She does not react to anything. I have no idea what happened, but my father was furious. My first response was to grab Lauren and it was probably the best thing I did that night. She looked pale, so I attempted to get her attention but she was in her own world. Looking from my bedroom window I see my dad's car pulling out of the driveway faster than I ever had before. All I knew was that a major fight occurred and I was not there to help my sister.

For the rest of the weekend and the following week we stayed with my mother instead of going to our fathers. Not until months later did I really know what occurred that day, however I made a promise to myself that day. No matter how hard it may be to see them fighting, to have to listen to hateful words being shared I would always protect my sister. I would be her mother when the divorce was too much for my mother, I would be her dad when my father was not around. She was affected by the day, but did not show it. I believe in an attempt to protect herself, her mind blocked it so she didn’t have to remember. 

Unlike Lauren I did not have the luxury to forget. The only way to keep my promise was to remember. I could not be a kid anymore, I had to grow up and be that person for her. I had to always be prepared for the worse and stay composed. She looked up to me and if she saw me as someone who didn't have their life together, what other adult could she look to. Our dad who we don’t see often, our mother who still is in denial, a stepmother who we haven’t even made a relationship with, her adults were almost to none; I had to be the absent adult in her life. I made sure she went to bed on time, brushed her teeth everyday, did her homework, and did not lose her innocence. 

Now looking at her today I am proud. She holds that sparkle in her eye that’s dull in mine, she now knows what a family should be. I could only hope that sparkle never dies and she holds onto being a kid. For my childhood was robbed, I am not upset about it as it made me, me it was my turning point. I like who I am. I may have had to grow up faster than normal but I can look at the little things more like a family sitting all together at the table.

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