English reflection journal

NARRATIVE ESSAY

NARRATIVE ESSAY 3

The Day I lost My friend and My Family

Henry Mack

Grantham University

The Day I lost my friend and My Family

My association with Kate made my childhood an experience to remember even in the latter stages of my life. Everyone in our neighborhood and across the streets knew us as the inseparable beings. People would even mistake us to being siblings; Kate was my safe haven, she made my life worthwhile, always being the solution to all my problems. Unfortunately, I did not know that the dear friendship was going to change in our teen years.

It was on a weekend in July 2014; partying had become the norm at school and I decided that I would be better spending the weekend at home. Before joining college, we used to spend weekends at Kate’s home watching movies and eating pizzas. That day, I decided to surprise Kate and went straight to her home without informing her. I knew her parents were normally away from home during the weekends; her father was a doctor with a very tight schedule owing to the poor ratio of physicians to patients; her mother often went to the country side to check the progress of their farm. Therefore, I was expecting her to be alone, a perfect moment to catch up and relive our childhood life. I found their gate open and thought maybe she had just arrived at the place. The place was unusually quiet; I was used to hearing round music whenever her parents were not at home. I went directly to her room but did not find her though her phone was on the bed indicating she was still around. I called her out; got no response. I went over the window as I thought she could be outside then she would hear me calling. What I saw got me curious and surprised at the same time.

At their basement park, was my father’s car, which I identified with its customized body; no one in the neighborhood had such Ford model. million things crossed my mind; perhaps my father and hers were free and had decided to hang out at Kate’s place, perhaps her father had borrowed the car, perhaps it is not father’s but a replica of it. I decided to go down and confirm. As I approached the basement park, I observed it was weirdly quiet with no sign of people. However, the car’s engine was barely switched off and was still roaring faintly. I got alarmed and wondered what it could be doing there and went closer to the basement door.

I knocked but no one responded. I decided to enter hoping that I was not intruding the two men in deep talk. What I saw made me sad and angry at the same time. I shouted Kate’s name but she did not bother to turn around; she was there embraced in my father’s arms; I did not want to see more or believe what I thought was happening. I felt betrayed, I felt sorry for my mum; my father was cheating on her, painfully with our neighbor’s daughter, with my best friend, the only best friend I ever had. I felt confused; I knew I had told my mother. What happened thereafter, my parents separated while I no longer wanted to see Kate ever again?

The events of that day changed my life completely; I try not to think about it otherwise I get infuriated and disappointed. I learned that friends are the highest risk to one’s downfall; they have access to your most treasured peopled and how they behave may affect crucial relationships. I do not blame Kate in entirety; my father was also at fault. To this day, I have never understood why Kate and my father decided to mess around; they would have done me justice by choosing other people. I always believed we would be best maids for each other while I relished my father taking me down the aisle but that would not be happening; my best friend broke my family and my father would rather not face me; he was out rightly ashamed. Regardless, I am strong now and would expect anything from anyone.