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Prompt #1(300 - 500 words)
Describe the world you come from — for example, your family, community or school — and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.
I was born in San Diego California. Growing up in a divorced family and being an only child wasn’t always easy. At the age of 8, my parents divorced and my depression kicked in. I don’t remember much of my childhood before that, but I do remember the fights. Next came the aftermath of the fights and my sheltered life was now not so sheltered anymore. My mother being an alcoholic and being newly single would leave me with “friends”of hers' while she went and partied looking for her next conquest. Sometimes not having much of anything, if anything at all to …show more content…
I look over to the kitchen table to two little girls coloring and doing homework. I turn back to the pasta and hear the front door open. “ Guys we're back from practice.” I breathe a sigh of relief now I can focus on the pasta and they can watch the kids. I finish the pasta and start on the next thing. So far everything is great until I hear the crying and I feel a little body attached to my leg. Picking the four year old up and placing her on my hip I began to try and figure out what's wrong. “ What happened sweetheart?” I hear her sniffling as she pulls herself closer to me. “Emma said I was dumb.” I look down at the sad, beautiful little girl. “Baby girl, she’s wrong she’s just saying that to make you feel bad. Me and you both know that you are very smart.” She smiles up at me and hugs me closer,I sit her down on the counter top and I begin to try and make her feel better. We sing and dance our way around the kitchen while I finish preparing …show more content…
We had all known each other for what seemed like forever and shortly after my parents divorce my dad and her started to date. Once the dating got a bit more serious we moved in together and my life changed from that point on. She had three children and me being an only child, it was strange to have other kids around. Her two girls were much younger, the youngest being 4 and the oldest 5. Her son was the same age as I was, 11. Me being the oldest by a few months and a girl everyone put me into the role of caretaker. I would cook, clean, and take care of the youngest children and although I hated the fact that she couldn’t take care of them herself, and I couldn’t be the kid I was supposed to be, I loved caring for them. Helping them with their day to day things like doing their hair in the morning created a special bond that couldn't be broken. My favorite thing though was tucking them into bed. We all shared a room in the beginning as our parents' couldn’t afford much else, but tucking them in giving them a kiss on the forehead felt like a sense of accomplishment that we made it through another day. It also meant that most nights I had one or both of them in my bed at night because of bad dreams. Cuddling up into a twin sized bed with three little bodies didn’t look comfortable, but the love and the need were more comforting than anything I have ever known. Our parents
Prompt #1(300 - 500 words)
Describe the world you come from — for example, your family, community or school — and tell us how your world has shaped your dreams and aspirations.
I was born in San Diego California. Growing up in a divorced family and being an only child wasn’t always easy. At the age of 8, my parents divorced and my depression kicked in. I don’t remember much of my childhood before that, but I do remember the fights. Next came the aftermath of the fights and my sheltered life was now not so sheltered anymore. My mother being an alcoholic and being newly single would leave me with “friends”of hers' while she went and partied looking for her next conquest. Sometimes not having much of anything, if anything at all to …show more content…
I look over to the kitchen table to two little girls coloring and doing homework. I turn back to the pasta and hear the front door open. “ Guys we're back from practice.” I breathe a sigh of relief now I can focus on the pasta and they can watch the kids. I finish the pasta and start on the next thing. So far everything is great until I hear the crying and I feel a little body attached to my leg. Picking the four year old up and placing her on my hip I began to try and figure out what's wrong. “ What happened sweetheart?” I hear her sniffling as she pulls herself closer to me. “Emma said I was dumb.” I look down at the sad, beautiful little girl. “Baby girl, she’s wrong she’s just saying that to make you feel bad. Me and you both know that you are very smart.” She smiles up at me and hugs me closer,I sit her down on the counter top and I begin to try and make her feel better. We sing and dance our way around the kitchen while I finish preparing …show more content…
We had all known each other for what seemed like forever and shortly after my parents divorce my dad and her started to date. Once the dating got a bit more serious we moved in together and my life changed from that point on. She had three children and me being an only child, it was strange to have other kids around. Her two girls were much younger, the youngest being 4 and the oldest 5. Her son was the same age as I was, 11. Me being the oldest by a few months and a girl everyone put me into the role of caretaker. I would cook, clean, and take care of the youngest children and although I hated the fact that she couldn’t take care of them herself, and I couldn’t be the kid I was supposed to be, I loved caring for them. Helping them with their day to day things like doing their hair in the morning created a special bond that couldn't be broken. My favorite thing though was tucking them into bed. We all shared a room in the beginning as our parents' couldn’t afford much else, but tucking them in giving them a kiss on the forehead felt like a sense of accomplishment that we made it through another day. It also meant that most nights I had one or both of them in my bed at night because of bad dreams. Cuddling up into a twin sized bed with three little bodies didn’t look comfortable, but the love and the need were more comforting than anything I have ever known. Our parents