Personal Narrative: The Dynamics Of My Family

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When looking at my development, I’d say I grew up differently compared to others around me. The biggest influence on who I am comes from the dynamic of my family. To begin, two years before I was born, my father was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. At the age of two he completely lost his vision. When this first happened, they initially thought it was a brain tumor. My mom had me with the idea in her mind that she might be a single mother in the near future. Shortly after he lost his vision, they came to the conclusion that it was actually Multiple Sclerosis. This had a huge impact on not only my family, but also my upbringing. My dad was originally a sheet metal worker, meaning with the loss of his vision he was now unable to work. This forced my mom to take on even more responsibility. She became a full time worker, full time mother, and soon to be a full time caretaker. As the years went on my dad slowly lost the majority of his mobility. Because my mom had to work full time Monday through Friday, it became my job to take care of him as soon as I …show more content…
My grandparents are going on over 60 years of being married to each other, and show nothing but love towards their children. My mom talks to her parents once, sometimes twice, on a daily basis. They’re always asking about how my dad is doing, and how I’m doing. They’ve become an incredible support system for my family. My grandpa was a doctor for years before he retired, which makes him helpful with my father. We frequently go on vacation with my grandparents, and spend a lot of time with my mom’s siblings and their children. It’s as though they’re my dad’s original family. We don’t live as close to them as we do my father’s family, so it can be hard to see them all the time. This only makes me appreciate the moments I do get with them even more. They’re always invested in our lives and making sure we have help if we ever need

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