Personal Narrative: The Final Photo-Op
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The Final Photo-Op People tend to believe that those closest to you, will always be there for you. We want to grasp onto the idea that our families will always be there for us. I used to believe that this was true. I used to turn to my family when I needed them most and let them support me much like a bridge over rough waters. I used to think a mother’s love was eternal. Nearly one year ago I walked the path winding along the calm waters of the Animas River in Colorado. The rapids were an entrancing sight, and the breeze was just right. I held my youngest brother in my arms. He was so young then, so terribly impressionable. We walked the trails alongside my parents as the older kids ran ahead. He held onto me and looked into my eyes like