Personal Narrative: Every Child Deserve

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Every Child Deserves Love. I believe every child deserves to know what it’s like to have parents who love and believe in them. I believe everyone should have a FAMILY who supports them and builds them up. I believe we all have the duty to stand up for someone and make them feel loved if their family isn’t doing that. I grew up very protected, my siblings and I were taught to treat others the way we wanted to be treated. We were punished for making fun of each other or people around us. We were taught that everyone deserves to be treated kindly and equally no matter who their parents were. I always imagined every kid had the same as I did. I had everything! Love, rules that kept me out of trouble, and though we were never rich we never lacked …show more content…
Becka, my best friend and I. Her older sister walked up to us and started making fun of Becka, laughing at her and trying to get us to. I was so shocked and so angry I couldn’t say anything. But I’ll always be proud of my best friend who stood up and said “Don’t make fun of my friend.” It was that day I realized something wasn’t right. I became more aware of Becka’s treatment and began asking myself questions. Why did Becka have to stay sitting whenever we were together? Why couldn’t she come play with the rest of us children? Why did she have to ask to do every little thing? Why did her …show more content…
Last month Becka ran over to their house, saying she was locked in her bedroom all the time. Her siblings were sent over to bring her home asking “Becka, How did you get out of your room?” and saying “All you do is cause trouble around here.” My best friends mom refused to let Becka go home until a parent came over. Finally, Becka’s mom came screaming at Becka “You belong in a mental hospital. There are worse homes than ours.” My heart bleeds every time I think of Becka. It seems cruel that DFACs leaves her in a home where she’s clearly unloved and mistreated. I often wonder ‘Is Becka alone in her room crying? Are one of her parents telling her how useless she is? Or one of her siblings making fun of her?’ Through all of this my belief has been strengthened that every single person is valuable and should be treated nothing but that. I believe Becka should have a family who loves her. Don’t you? I believe EVERY child deserves to be loved. Don’t you? I believe it’s nothing but wrong to mistreat someone simply because of choices their parents made. Don’t you? No one can decide their parents actions, but those who make fun of the helpless can decide their

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