Importance of Expressing Ourselves Openly and Limiting Egotistic Behavior with Friends

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Name of the student
Name of the university
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1NARRATIVE ESSAY
1. It was during one of my summer vacation visits at my grandmother’s house when I
learned the best lesson in life. I was in the eighth grade back then so I had the maturity to
demarcate between the good and the bad. I went along to my grandmother’s place with my
mother and little sister. I loved the place as it was surrounded by nature and away from all the
chaos of the city. The sun also seemed to be in love with the place as its rays rested on the
woods. I reached the place and immediately rushed to meet my friends there. The welcome I
received was not what I had expected from the people I consider my best friends. I shouted in
excitement while meeting them but the only reaction I received was a cold smile. I felt a little
upset because I thought they would be equally excited to see me. I did not bother to stay there for
long because I felt uninvited there and my friends too did not bother to ask me how I was or what
I was doing. I came home and went straight to my room and sat beside the window. It was
raining. The day was gloomy but I was feeling gloomier. Several thoughts popped up in my mind
as I took my thoughts back to my friends. Why would they not greet me happily? How did they
change so suddenly? Why would I care about them then? All these questions came into my mind
and I decided I would not approach them until any one of them comes to me and apologizes.
My stay at granny’s residence came to an end and it was one of the worst summer
vacations. Our schools started and I was elated to meet my school friends again and they
reciprocated the same feeling. I thought, “do hell with those villagers, I do not need them”. Days
went by but the thought did not leave me yet as I was still preoccupied with the memories of my
visit. In one of those days, I came home to receive one of the most shocking news of my life. I
saw my mother’s face and could not fathom why she looked at me like that. My sister then broke
the news to me that one of my friends from my granny’s place had died. I could not believe my
ears and I found it difficult to breath. Visuals of my friend flashed through my eyes and I felt a