Personal Narrative-My Mother

My Mother Living with my mother was like living in that ridiculous travel channel show where they eat bizarre food and act like it taste great by resisting the temptation to wrinkle their faces. Seemed to me like there was a certain cell in their brain that was missing, I think it’s called ‘’eat this and you might die’’, cell. My mother is tall and blond with a beautiful smile and her laugh can make anyone happy. She wasn’t always into eating healthy and staying young and beautiful, until she solemnly stated one day, ‘’ I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired, ‘’ she sounded very excited and enthusiastic like she was planning on dramatically changing her life. Well, she did. She had since I was about five years old I didn’t have my own opinion on the matter, I just carelessly went with the flow. My usual morning went like this; the sun rays peeking through the light curtains that hung over the window in my small room that I shared with my little sister Maddie, an over amount of garlic breath kisses given by Mom who couldn’t see I was trying desperately to crawl back under the covers. She would give me a small …show more content…
Domingo’s deranged grandmother; Mrs. Rubio also had some similar home remedies for her own kids. When they got sick, she would take an egg from the refrigerator and rub it on their arms, legs and palms. All the while praying and chanting catholic prayers. She would then crack open the egg and study the tendrils and yolk. Apparently Domingo was used to this so he also went along with the flow of this strange culture. I conclude that, however crazy or wacky the home remedies are, our caretaker is trying to find a cure for us and accomplish their best for us needy kids. There are a lot other family’s that go through this same lunatic phase of desperation to try anything for their loved ones. We still bravely support them and hope that we don’t die of their preposterous