Narrative Essay About Gambling Addiction

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Never Be Like You Growing up having to move to new places constantly is hard to manage. “It is YOUR fault that we have to move!” yelled my older brother, Franklin, who was 16 years old at the time, as he punched the wall. My father, Benjamin Wang, who was in his early fifties, has a gambling addiction. The gambling addiction started when my mom left to work in Taiwan just so we can pay our bills here in the United States. Unemployed and with no one by his side, my dad is constantly alone at home. And with that, he found an addiction he enjoys..gambling, which caused many conflictions in the family. “Franklin, Quentina! I’m going out I’ll be back tomorrow.” said my father back in 2011. “No, you are NOT going anywhere anymore this HAS to stop,” …show more content…
Sometimes he would be gone for three days straight, leaving my brother and I alone in the house. With nothing to do, my brother and I would always just play MapleStory and CounterStrike on our laptops. My brother and I barely associate with each other because we had nothing to talk about to each other. Days after days, my father finally came home and brought us Hawaiian Pizza from Agua Caliente. Being only 12 at the time, I was happy to see my father and the warm pizza on the table. I did not think much. I was just enjoying the presence of warm food and my father. My brother, on the other hand, refused to eat the pizza. “I’m NOT going to eat anything that you bring back from the goddamn casino,” said my brother, as I grabbed another slice. “You’re not going to eat? Fine, get the hell out of this house then,” my father said, as he kicked my brother out. As I watched my brother walk out of the house, my mom called: “How is dad doing? I need to have a serious talk with him.” I handed the phone to my father and all I remember was him saying “I’m sorry; I should have …show more content…
I do not blame him anymore because it happened already. However, I want to thank him for putting me through all these tough times. Growing up basically with no family by my side has taught me how to be independent and how the real world works. I am no longer that frightened 12 year old back in middle school with no opinion of her own. I have grown so much as a woman and can take care of myself. I have learned so much from watching my father fall down as a man and my brother as a close minded imbecile. There are days where I wish I can turn to my brother, father or mother for help, but I know I cannot because we can not communicate properly. And there are definitely days where I cry alone at night wishing I had my parents by my side and days where I wish we could all just sit down and eat dinner together as a family. But despite of all these complications as a family, I want to thank them for forcing me to become the person I am today. I have learned that everything comes with a price, but it is up to me to decide what that ‘everything’

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