Personal Narrative Analysis

I grew up in a family of six girls in a two-parent home. During my early years of adolescence my family was very closely linked and extremely family-orientated. It was not until I turned the age of ten that all that changed. The family that was once extremely close was no longer anymore. The reason for such debacle was because of the passing of my late mother. No one noticed, but at that time my mother held the key to my family. My mother’s presence was the sole reason why my family members and siblings were so close during my young age. My mother’s passing came at a shock, there was no preparation, no warning signs, and there was no evident cause. My mother’s death came at a rush and brought on a storm of calamity with it. Once my mother passed, it was now my father’s responsibility to take care of six girls in one house alone. My father tried his very best to do all those things while still coping with the lost of his beloved wife and working as a full time job. As time continued, although I was still very young, I quickly realized that it was time for me to learn how to take care of myself. My father knew that he had a lot on his plate, as a result he made it his mission to ensure that he raised six daughters to be extremely self-sufficient, independent, and hard working African women. …show more content…
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