Alan And Jenny Moro

Alan and Jenny Moro were a married couple who had been trying to have a child for many years. After two failed attempts they finally had a child, on March 3, 1998 a little baby entered the world and they named it Emily Amber Moro. That, of course, is me. My mother, Jenny, is of Hispanic origin. She was born in New York, but her parents are from Dominican Republic, her first language is Spanish and she lived in America until she reached middle school when her parents decided to return to their country of origin. She spent the rest of her school year in Dominican Republic and then moved back to New York to work and live with family until she married my father. My father, Alan, is from New York and lived there all his life until later moving to …show more content…
I started to walk, talk, and do child things at the typical ages you find in a text book. During those years my uncle and grandmother from my father’s side visited often and brought me gifts. I don’t remember much of them visiting, but when I see a photograph I have little spots of memories, though it is not enough to go into detail without making up ninety percent of it. My parents tell me I was a very shy child, especially with those older than me and sometimes cried when adults would speak to me. I looked very Caucasian as a child with my bright blonde hair and blue eyes, so much so, my mother would occasionally be asked if I was adopted. My parents got a dog for me before I started school so that I had time to play with it; it was probably the best thing they ever bought me. My mom stopped working once she had me and taught me everything a child would learn in Pre-K, I had friends from church who I visited often, and lived a basic life. Once reaching Kindergarten I started school at Forest Lake Education Center, the Seventh - day Adventist school where I would spend the rest of my school years at until moving to its sister school Forest Lake …show more content…
I essentially lost a connection with them at an early age, but my father’s side was never a close family to begin with so I don’t take it personally, in fact I became like this as well. As my life continued to fifth grade it was relaxed, we visited New York and Pennsylvania a few times to see both sides of the family. By fifth grade I was still shy with others, including somewhat with my family (not immediate family). Looking back I realize I was different levels of shy depending on how well I knew a person or how comfortable I felt around them, this applied especially to those who were older than me and those I felt I had nothing in common