Personal Narrative: My Mother

Some of the greatest people came from more than humble beginnings. I was sitting somewhere along that spectrum, but we are getting out, thanks to my step-dad helping us. When I was born my mother was alone, she had no-one to depend on. She worked as a home care provider. I remember getting dropped off at the daycare, eating breakfast, eating breakfast. Then doing daycare things like playing with toys, playing outside, and sleeping. But sadly we all need to grow up at one point, my time came sooner than most when my mother was struck with cancer. She was not sure how long she had to be alive, so she had me learn how to cook and do daily things.I grew up without a father, so she took on that role. She did what she could in teaching me the way to treat a lady, how to be respectful, to say thank you and you are welcome, how to be a man in a sense. …show more content…
My mother was, was not more like it, living well. She was high in debt because of her cancer. The chemotherapy had her as weak as a fly, so she could not work. Years passed and my mother met my step-dad and he gave us a hand, without him we would not have survived. In middle school I had that understanding that we could be better off, but we were not. I was never the type of kid to ask for things I did not need, and that did not change throughout my middle school years. They gave me the opportunity to take that initiative and signed up for the early college program all by myself, I did not ask my mother, I just knew it was something I had to do if I wanted to get past this hole most of us are