Personal Narrative: Growing Up In Poverty

My parents both grew up in Honduras in poverty, like many Hondurans are currently. They both lived and survived with what was offered to them. Both my parents came from Honduras to the United States in 1992, which was the year my mother was pregnant with my older brother. They managed to get jobs, work long hours, and raise two more kids after my brother. What my parents grew up with was very different to what I grew up with. While my parents were growing up, they weren 't as lucky like I am today.
When my mother was a little girl in the 1970 's, she lived in La Cieba in Honduras. They lived in the poorest section of her village, where there was chickens and stray animals everywhere, and no one minded. Her mother, my grandmother, owned a little …show more content…
He lived on the outskirts where the “ghetto” was. His school was different to the schools I grew up in the United States. For my father, he would get up and changed into a school uniform and head to his little school with his 9 other siblings on foot. Usually, the eldest sibling would watch over them. The school he was in was an open building, where there was no hallways, just the outdoors and dirt everywhere. To get to another classroom, he would have to go outside and go to the class next door. After school, he and his siblings would race to home. When they reached their home, they took off their shoes and socks and played soccer barefooted until it was dinner …show more content…
It 's a Hispanic tradition to have two Christmases. However, my parents ' Christmas was totally different compared to mine. Usually, what they asked Santa what they wanted (which was an Uncle on both sides who often dressed up as Santa), but usually they were gifted an item they needed. For example, my father would ask for legos, vintage cars, or anything that was cool in the 1960 's, but instead, was gifted socks, a shirt, or a new pair of shoes. My father and his siblings would often be disappointed, but all of them knew that it was hard for their mother to afford the gifts that they wanted. Their Christmases often took place in their little village homes. None of my parents owned a Christmas tree growing up, Santa just placed the gifts in a plastic bag in the corner of the room. Santa would come two nights in a row, one on Christmas eve, and one on Christmas day. The entire family would get together and eat food, dance, laugh and drink the night