Amira+Jabbar

My 10th birthday (My Personal Narrative) “Happy Birthday!” my mom exclaimed. She was more enthusiastic than a stray cat finding an owner. I then woke up. It was my 10th birthday. This made me feel like a queen. “Thanks so much, Mom!” She had cooked my favorite breakfast- of which was abruptly eaten by me, pancakes, bacon and eggs. After I seized my ambrosial food, I ran outside. The swift breeze made me feel like an angel being lifted up to heaven. The sun was right on the horizon. “Come on, get dressed!” my mom roared. I wore my nicest blue jeans, my Nike sneakers and a beautiful yellow blouse. Then, we were on our way to my aunt’s house because that was where my party was going to be located. We arrived in about 30 minutes. It was a big blue house with a small brown roof, and had a stony pathway- walk. All of my family members met up there. It was July 20th! First, we hopped into the pool, which was about six feet deep. The water was as cold as being stuck in a freezer for a year. After swimming for a while we decided to have a modeling contest. To start the modeling contest, I went first. Next, it was my cousin Dia. Then came walking was my cousin Hadiyah and lastly it was my friend Kayla. Even though it was my birthday, I still lost to my friend Kayla. Before long we ate. Us beastly African American folk hogged the food table before the sentence “the food is ready!” even escaped my aunts mouth. We Had oily chicken, mashed up, deviled eggs, macaroni and cheese, the color of the sun and collard greens that made your moth water when you walked pass them. We drank juice and Pepsi. After, we busted open my huge donkey shaped piñata. Of course, I got the greatest amount of candy! Finally, we devoured my humongous cake, filled with strawberries and bananas with a bratz doll on top. I had eaten so much that I felt like a pilgrim at Thanksgiving. All in all, this is why I will never, ever forget this amazing birthday. This shows how much my family loves me, BIRTHDAY OR NOT! By-Amira Jabbar