Growing up in a single parent household, I have faced many trials and tribulations. One of these trials and tribulations was growing up in a low income family with limited opportunities. I was a bright, productive student, in 9th grade year I tried my hardest, even in math and science, to make my freshman year the best and most productive; I got good grades, joined the track team and got a job. But then during my 10th through 11th grade years I began to experience verbal and mental abuse at the hand of a family member. At one point I had run away from home to get away from my problems.…
Growing up in a family that did not communicate that much, I was not very close with my mother of father. My mom and I did tend to talk more but not about personal things in our life. Me and my dad however always fought. I have a few good memories with him (he loved teaching me how to make home made biscuits.) which I always enjoyed on those rare occasions he was in a good mood. But, 90% of the time we were fighting.…
Waking up every morning wishing for a good morning kiss from my father just like the novelas on T.V was everything I always wanted. I was only six years old and had grown up not knowing who my father was. Unlike other kids at my school who always talked about their father playing with them, I was not able to talk about my dad. Celebrating birthdays and wishing my father was there to sing or even blow the candle with me was just a fantasy in my mind. I was young girl growing up a bit bitter because I thought life was not how a little girl would imagine.…
I remember waking up one morning seeing my mother cry. All I can recall her saying is "your dad left, your dad left". Not knowing what to do at the moment was just a test. Now I look back and tell myself I've passed. Growing up without a father benefitted not only me but my family as a whole.…
Imagine knowing your mother for the first time at the age of 16 years. This is my story, by far the hardest to share. My mother left me for my father when I was quite young, in fact I don’t know her at all but I do know her name. It all happened back in Africa, I was born in Nigeria by unknown mother, I mean that I don’t know whom she’s.…
I remember panic after I took the pills. I remember calling the ambulance. I remember the looks from neighbors when firetrucks and police cars arrived. I remember my dad crying when he tried to climb in the ambulance with me. I remember my mother lying to my siblings about why I was going to the hospital.…
My life in 800 words… It seems like an impossible feat to describe someone’s lifetime in such a small amount of words: the good, the bad, the days of adventure, the days of crying, and all the days in between. Throughout my life I have been blessed to have parents who saw the value of education and pushed me to do the best I can. They suffered greatly for my education and by sending my to St. John’s Prep, they both suffered financially as well. My childhood can be argued as the opposite of the stereotypical American family dynamic.…
It is 4:00 am July 3, 2009 I groan as my mother’s tender voice calls out “Teneshi yene mar (Get up my honey)” struggling I open my eyes to the sunlight tapping against my window panes. My mother calls my name once more “Mar, Mar honey” I hear a jangling as she impatiently wrestles with the door knob. At last she forces her way in, balancing a pile of folded clothes in one hand, with a look of concern clouding her face “Why aren’t you ready yet?”…
Every teenager argues with their parents. But for me, it went past the 'teen angst' — My mom and I just didn't get along. For years I dealt with it, thinking that this was how things were. Eventually, after one particularly terrible fight, my mom told me to move in with my dad. I was ecstatic.…
Prologue My Loving Daddy, How swiftly do the days fly when you have a baby to take care of! I wish I could have written sooner but your grandson has been quite the demanding little calf. He just has that determined glint in his eyes that I find all too familiar. I've seen that same look on your face so often as a child when my behavior went out of line. In a way, this eases the ache of being away from you since it's such a piece of my childhood, of home.…
My Step Dad. The most loving man I have had the pleasure of having in my life. Six foot, Dark, and dread locks past his waist, he looked like a big scary gorilla but on the contrary he was a big soft teddy bear. Well he was a great father we all knew he was living a double life. My mom , his wife so in love with him and meant her vowels “through thick and then” just turned head and looked the other way.…
Why didn’t I appreciate my dad before this happened? Before the day November 13, 2010 happened, I probably would still be distant from my dad. My dad stayed in and out of jail since I was born. I think once him…
My dad bought it for me when i was only ten. Since then, I’ve worn it three times. For his funeral, my brothers funeral, and my 8th grade graduation. My mom kept it in her room, right next to her jewelry chest. I was only allowed to take it when she said so.…
College essay #1 My environment growing up was for the most part pretty positive. Growing up in a small town in Texas (Weslaco) was a bit tough but my mom and step dad helped me keep my head up high. They’re the most positive people you’ll ever meet and since day one they always believed in me.…
Have you ever blamed yourself for a specific situation? While growing up with my mother, who is a single parent of two. I always blamed myself for my mom and dad’s separation. Never had I thought I would get over not having a father figure in my life. Although, yes it was difficult but it made me who I am today.…