Sitting down in the back of a moving van on a hot summer day while reading a book to distract myself from the heat and everything around me. Most summer days, I would help out my father with his work. During those days, I noticed that my father would be hunched back in the van just so he was able to fit inside. For you see, this van was his working van. Inside this van were a cooler filled with sodas covered in a layer of ice, a variety of fruit and vegetables, and plastic containers filler with cookies. These are the items I was accustomed seeing everyday as a child. This was my father’s business.
My father was born in Mexico into a family that consisted of eight people. He wasn’t able to get much since his family didn’t have much. My father …show more content…
So instead of going on family trips to exotic countries or going to the pool, my summers consisted of me helping my father sell fruit and vegetables in the back of a van. But those summer days of helping my father ended the year of my high school years. The reason for this was because my parents were separating. My sisters, my mom, and me had to pack up most of our belongings and go live with my grandmother. That summer was the first summer in such a long time that I wasn’t in the white van selling produce. I was glad by the idea of finally being able to have a ‘normal’ summer. A summer in which I wouldn’t have to worry about being embarrassed about the fact I was selling produce. I already knew that there wasn’t enough money for traveling out of country, but I did hope that I wouldn’t be stuck at home doing nothing. I would have been just fine with going out to the movies a family. I just wanted something different from what I have been accustomed to before. During that summer, I started to realize that I shouldn’t have been embarrassed, but rather proud because my father was a hard worker. Not only was he a hard worker, but he also had a descent job just like anyone else. Although at times I didn’t enjoy going to work with my father, I missed the moments we had in that van. The experiences we shared in that van that made me the hardworking person I am
My father was born in Mexico into a family that consisted of eight people. He wasn’t able to get much since his family didn’t have much. My father …show more content…
So instead of going on family trips to exotic countries or going to the pool, my summers consisted of me helping my father sell fruit and vegetables in the back of a van. But those summer days of helping my father ended the year of my high school years. The reason for this was because my parents were separating. My sisters, my mom, and me had to pack up most of our belongings and go live with my grandmother. That summer was the first summer in such a long time that I wasn’t in the white van selling produce. I was glad by the idea of finally being able to have a ‘normal’ summer. A summer in which I wouldn’t have to worry about being embarrassed about the fact I was selling produce. I already knew that there wasn’t enough money for traveling out of country, but I did hope that I wouldn’t be stuck at home doing nothing. I would have been just fine with going out to the movies a family. I just wanted something different from what I have been accustomed to before. During that summer, I started to realize that I shouldn’t have been embarrassed, but rather proud because my father was a hard worker. Not only was he a hard worker, but he also had a descent job just like anyone else. Although at times I didn’t enjoy going to work with my father, I missed the moments we had in that van. The experiences we shared in that van that made me the hardworking person I am