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Essay / Narrative Essay: The Switch - 1240
“Mom Mom Mom, please tell us a bedtime story!”, Connor begged enthusiastically. “It’s getting late guys, I’m not so sure,” the mom reasoned. “Ughhhh but you promised last night that you would tell us one tonight!”, Ali moaned. The mother finally gave in and pulled up a chair. The children calmed down quickly and huddled under the covers in anticipation. The mother took a deep breath, knowing that the children would have difficulty understanding the story that was about to be told. “I was seventeen, about to turn eighteen, and graduated in a month when my life completely turned upside down,” the mom began. "MOM! We don't want to hear a boring, stupid story about you!" protested six-year-old Connor. "I promise it will be worth it, just wait and see. Anyway, like I said, it was my last year, everything was going well! I was captain of the team encouragement and in most cases, in a non-vanity way, loved by everyone, but for some reason I wasn't happy I hadn't been happy since the last time I spoke to Emma. , who had been my best friend my whole life. We were inseparable since we met - it was our second year that ruined our friendship. was always close to Emma and I was aware of it until I heard rumors that they were dating behind my back. When I found out it was true. It tore me in two, and Hunter didn't know what else to do. I had feelings for Emma this whole time. He tried to apologize, but I couldn't even stand to look at him. He hurt me so much by telling me that. I couldn't even put the words together to talk to him, I just... middle of paper... I talked about it later. I looked at my mother, my real mother, and then Emma. I then realized that this was all supposed to happen, I had just gotten my best friend back, something I never imagined. No matter how complicated the situation, good will always come out of it. Kids, that’s how you know Aunt Emma! » Said the mother, smiling. Ali and Connor gasped, jumping out of their seats. Both children were overwhelmed and began asking a multitude of questions when the mother silenced them. Ali, unable to contain himself, asked, “But how did this happen?” » “Shouldn’t doctors know more?” " Connor added. The mother, already expecting these questions (because they were once some of hers) had prepared answers but as it was getting late, she said, "Now children, these are stories that I will share another night" as she walked outside.