Personal Narrative: My Growing Up In A Roman Catholic Family

Make Yourself Growing up in a Roman Catholic family, with four older siblings, you quickly learn that you’ll never have it easy. Many of times yelling over each other is the best way to be heard. Torturing and teasing was a daily routine. Bless my mother for she had to deal with this alone. Which brings me to my topic of discussion, my father, he is a Catholic man, born and raised in Philadelphia by an alcoholic mother and a father who passed away. My grandmother, now 30 years sober, still faces the consequences of four drug and alcohol addicted children, my father being one of them. My father met my mother when he was twenty they fell in love, conceived their first child, and quickly married before the family would notice a child conceived out of wedlock. The hasty …show more content…
There were many days my father never came home, or his employer would call to report him as a no show. There was even a point my father left to get help in a halfway house, we even got to visit him. Money was tight, but being so young and naïve my siblings made sure this negative influence never affected the love our family shared. One particular day that sticks out in my mind changed my outlook on life instantaneously. It was about 7 pm on a Friday night, I was about 8 years old; my mother was on the phone calling around looking for my father. I was on the stairs spying on her watching her cry as she checked her bank account, my heart broke. She realized my father had drained the joint account and taken her car along with him. My brothers, voluntarily stepping in as the fatherly figure tracking his phone, later to find out he was at a crack house. My mother, the strongest woman I’ve ever met, worked three jobs to keep our family healthy and I never felt a moment in my life that we didn’t have the things we wanted. It taught us how to be grateful, hard working, and unconditionally