Personal Narrative: Gambling Addiction

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…
“Your father sold our land back in Taiwan and we are in debt right now,” said my mother, who was already in her early sixties, as she gently touches my hair trying to calm me down. Ever since my mother told me what had happened, my father was forced to go back to Taiwan to work to pay off the debt and to be in a country where gambling is illegal. With no parents by my side, I became pretty independent because I had no one to look after me. Franklin was the only person I had around me; however, we are not close even though we are all we have for each other. Every now and then, my parents would visit us during the summer to check on us. However, we would not do much bonding as a family; instead, we would go to casinos for our vacation. Although at time it could be fun, I still wish my family and I could go somewhere together as a family and all have fun, not just my father. “I’M NOT GOING THERE WITH YOU ANYMORE,” yelled my brother, as he walked back into his room. “Do you think I’m being a bad father for you guys? Or is your brother really overreacting? I mean it is my money, not his or anybody’s,” my father asked me. “ I don’t know, I just don’t want to deal with all of you guys. All you guys do is just create stress in this family. Whenever I speak, I get yelled at. When I don’t speak, you guys make me choose sides or guilt trip me or even call me names. I don’t care anymore,” I …show more content…
“We have to move, the rent is too high here we can not afford this anymore” my mother told both my brother and I. We have moved to my friends’ house twice and now we finally settled in a house on Vejar Rd. in Walnut for my senior year. All throughout middle and high school, I have moved five times and each time it is because we do not have the money to pay for the rent. I do not hate my father, but I definitely strongly dislike him. I have came to realize that he is not a man of his word; he is all talk. With constant disappointments and letdowns, I have built up my wall and grown so much. From taking care of myself to doing college apps. I did not have anyone by my side throughout tough times and even times where I needed my family. “Whenever you need money, let me know and I will transfer it to your brother, okay,’ said my father. Deep down, I know my father will say, “We don’t have any money right now.” That is his excuse for everything. And whenever I ask my brother for money because I need it for school events, he says no. With no source of any financial ability, I have gotten myself a job and I have been working since April to pay for my bills. “Lend me some money, I need to pay for the car insurance,” my brother said rudely. “No, you have your own job or just ask dad,” I said coldly towards my brother. “You already know how they are and I don’t have any money in my

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