Personal Narrative 2 : Lydia

Personal Narrative 2

I wake up at 9 a.m. on Saturday morning. It is January 20, 2007 and I have no plans for the day. I lay in bed for a while daydreaming of being anywhere but the dark and creepy basement bedroom I am forced to live in. The reason I am stuck down here is because Joey’s playroom is the other upstairs bedroom. That’s funny because he is down here constantly. It seems like he finds bugging me much more fun than his videogames.

Soon, as I expected, he bursts into my room thus beginning the average morning routine of getting in trouble for yelling at him. I run upstairs to complain and the strangest thing happens. My mom and Ralph sit Joey down and explain that he needs to respect my privacy. While they do that I decide to go check on my little sister who would normally be watching TV by now. I head down to her room and hear her kicking on the walls. This is completely normal. She is a stubborn little girl who enjoys making a ruckus.

I open her door and instantly know something is wrong. There is puke all over the room and she is there having a seizure. I rush to her and call for my mom. I help my mother take care of her. By now, this is something I know how to do, but nothing we are doing seems to help. My mom checks Lydia for a breath and discovers she has none. She begins rushing her to the car.

I am told to stay home and watch Joey but several seconds later mom rushed back in and begins CPR because Lydia no longer has a heartbeat. Ralph ruses to the phone to call 911 and I watch in panic. Soon the paramedics arrive and the do CPR then load Lydia into to the ambulance. My mom goes with them.

After they leave, Ralph tells me to go to my room while he goes to help Joey who has ADHO and doesn’t understand what is happening. After a while the phone rings. A few minutes, later Ralph comes in to say my mom wants him to go to the hospital and I have to stay home and watch Joey. I try to read his emotions and figure out what happened but I can’t.

I spend the next hour or so talking to my friends in an attempt to relieve my worry. I go check on Joey every fifteen minutes or so. I try to avoid him as much as possible because I am panicking and I don’t know how he will respond.

About an hour later, I receive a call from my dad who lives two hours away. He is crying and almost impossible to understand. I manage to hear the word “grandma.” Then before he hangs up I understand him say “she didn’t make it.”

This is the point where I lose it. I burst into tears. After about fifteen minutes I try to pull myself together and go check on Joey. I decide not to tell him because I really don’t think I can. I walk upstairs and find him playing with the toys we bought for Lydia last night. I quickly tell him to put them away and go play in his own room. Surprisingly, he listens to me and I rush downstairs before I burst into tears again.

About 15 minutes later I receive a call from my grandma in Pilger. She explains that my dad received a call from my grandma in Las Vegas. As soon as I get off the phone with her, I begin to try to call my mom. She doesn’t answer so I start telling my friends. They are super supportive for me.

Around 1 p.m. my mom and Ralph return home. I just go up to my mom and hug her. She starts to tell me but I explain that I know. She tells me that my grandma from Vegas will be coming and we have to pick her up from the airport at 5 p.m.

I spend the afternoon crying and talking to my friends. At 5 we head to the airport to pick up my grandma. We take her to Sizzler for dinner. Unhelpfully, Lydia’s Crazy Frog CD is playing in the car. This has been the longest day of my life. It is Saturday, January 20, 2007 and my life is going to be different from now on.