Personal Narrative: I Am Racist

“So, what are you thinking of majoring in college? You’re going to be a doctor right?” These are the words that come out of the mouths of every family member I talk to. My response is the same every time they ask: “No. I want to go into business.” Ever since I was a child, my desired occupation has gone from being a teacher, to being a fashion designer, to being an interior designer, and to now wanting to be an accountant. Dreams change. They don’t understand me when I tell them this. They all say it makes no money—that I could do better. Become a doctor they tell me. I can’t.
The day this happened was just like every other day. I woke up, went to school, went to work, went home, and procrastinated. It was a slow day at work that day. I expected …show more content…
Nobody knew what happened to him, not even one person. From the symptoms, I predicted a ruptured brain aneurysm. Earlier that day, my uncle complained of a headache. The headache got to a point where he couldn’t stand it anymore, so he went to the hospital. At the hospital, he was just given headache medication and sent home. Later that day, he went to go pick up his youngest daughter, Halyne, from school, as his oldest daughter, Ashley, walked home from school. When they all arrived home, they sat down to eat something together. After eating, my uncle took his medication. Then, he and Halyne went to their room and Ashley went to shower. As my uncle played with his daughter, it started to happen. Suddenly, he was not able to breathe anymore. He told Halyne to tell Ashley to call an ambulance. Slowly, blood began to drip out of his body. It was a subarachnoid hemorrhage, which led to him having a stroke. By the time the emergency vehicles arrived, it was already too late. My uncle died while playing with his six-year-old …show more content…
On May 5th, they did not only lose their father, but they lost their mother along with him. The day my uncle passed away, my aunt did not shed one tear. I thought it was just her trying to stay strong for her children, but months later I was proven wrong when she abandoned them. She left for Vietnam without them. Yes she was taking his ashes to his homeland, but she could have taken her children with her. A week or so after the funeral, they all left their house and moved in with Tata’s family. They left everything behind and I guess my aunt left more behind than I thought. Things only got worse when she came back from Vietnam. She moved out and really abandoned them. Now, Tata’s parents are fighting to become their official