Personal Narrative Essay: How I Became Me

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How I Became Me

Well it all started from the day I was born. I know it is a bit cliche but that is really where it started. I was born on Christmas morning. My mom always said I was born silent. I looked around as though I were watching my surroundings to detect a threat. Then I cried. Seeking the attention of my mother. For a while I was dependent on her. I did not know just how much my mom depended on me. When I got older I noticed how hard life was on her. She had to go to school and raise me by herself for a while before she met my brothers’ father. It was fun and I thought of him as my own dad. It was alright for a while until my brother was born; then, I was ignored by him. That would not have been so bad if it were not for him constantly
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Even mommy (Yes I still call her mommy and I am 15). I met this person. This person made me feel like myself again. The only problem was that this person lives in Virginia. He’s my best friend right now. I love him. He loves me. I know it is weird having a friend so far but he is my love. I think he is going to be forever. I opened up to my mommy again. We talk about any and every thing. No secrets. I do not shy away from people anymore. I have friends that I love and care about. I could not be happier. It is all because I decided not to let my past rule me anymore. Not to let doubts get in the way of things. I know that people are going to come and go. Use my kindness as a weakness. You know what though? IT IS THERE LOSS!!! TAMIRA RANIECIA PRINCE IS AWESOME ALWAYS AND I AM NOT GOING TO LET ANYONE GET ME DOWN!!!! IF SOMEONE LEAVES THEN THEY ARE NOT WORTH MY TIME OR MY PRESCENCE AND I DO NOT NEED THEM!!! I am no longer afraid to tell people my story. I will do so with a smile. There may be small tears. They are not from fear though. They are from pride and happiness. I made it. I made it a long way and I am not done yet. My life is not over. It is just getting started. I refuse to let my horrible past run my bright future. And my

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