My starting roots began in Tucson, Arizona. Although, that was the place I was born in my days were numbered, which meant I didn’t have enough time to blossom or absorb my starting point. To begin with, my father conceived numerous jobs that prevented my family from settling in one decent home and state. The one place that I have the most memory of, is when my family moved to Mexico. Every morning I would wake up to a yell or a car having the music to loud. This usually tariffed me, by how dangerous it was. I stayed in Mexico for a while because my sister got sick and the doctor said her stomach is too sensitive to the food and water here. So my mom took my sister, brother and myself to Harlingen where my aunt lived. But my father had to
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Usually I would go outside and play and worry because my father wasn’t there to protect me anymore. Each day was a boring day in my aunt house, hardly anything to do. Did I mention she had so many rules? Don’t come down the stairs when it’s past eight o’clock, don’t touch anything that is glass, and my family had times when to watch television. It was so horrible and she wasn’t the best aunt but at least she would let us live in her home. So even though it was calmer and less dangerous, it was better in Mexico. I wished I could have go back to see my father and hug him and say I love you to his face. I would hardly call him and he would make me strong and face the horrible people. Which was bullies for me but I was just annoyed with them and ignore them. I wouldn’t say that my aunt neighborhood shaped me. I just wanted to leave and be with my father even more. Then my family lived in an apartment which made me feel happy. Because I don’t have to worry about rules anymore. This place made me feel alone most of the time. I felt like a piece of me was gone, that’s because my father past away. Which impacted my life and made me feel alone. No neighborhood shaped me it was only my father that truly shaped me. By how I felt and what I wanted to
Usually I would go outside and play and worry because my father wasn’t there to protect me anymore. Each day was a boring day in my aunt house, hardly anything to do. Did I mention she had so many rules? Don’t come down the stairs when it’s past eight o’clock, don’t touch anything that is glass, and my family had times when to watch television. It was so horrible and she wasn’t the best aunt but at least she would let us live in her home. So even though it was calmer and less dangerous, it was better in Mexico. I wished I could have go back to see my father and hug him and say I love you to his face. I would hardly call him and he would make me strong and face the horrible people. Which was bullies for me but I was just annoyed with them and ignore them. I wouldn’t say that my aunt neighborhood shaped me. I just wanted to leave and be with my father even more. Then my family lived in an apartment which made me feel happy. Because I don’t have to worry about rules anymore. This place made me feel alone most of the time. I felt like a piece of me was gone, that’s because my father past away. Which impacted my life and made me feel alone. No neighborhood shaped me it was only my father that truly shaped me. By how I felt and what I wanted to