That experience was a life changer for me. Knowing that my family supports
That experience was a life changer for me. Knowing that my family supports
These three girls whom I put on a pedestal in my head wouldn’t accept me. This moment is so lucid for me because it was really difficult for me to comprehend at that age. I would just cry and play in the sand box alone at recess and wonder what was wrong with me. Elementary school got much better as I made new friends. However, I did start to hid my identity.…
Mom was small, a slight 110 pounds but through my eyes, she was large, even after my height surpassed hers. To this day, she would argue that she weighed only 100. Her strong presence claimed her space, and anyone else's that she cared to. Being right was of utmost importance to her, and she made sure always to have the last word. Overbearing, and overprotective of me, her only child, she usually controlled every situation, regardless of how trivial.…
Pet Peeve Snap! Went my mom’s ankle as she strode down the stairs. “Call 911!” She yelled.…
I hate Christmas because nothing is phenomenal. I am not being facetious. I assume that Santa was busy and remiss when he forgot to give me a Christmas gift. Every time I saw other children play with their new toys by looking through the translucent window, I consternated about Christmas, and felt disconsolate. It is a paradox that a rich country should be so many poor people.…
Growing up my mother and I had a very difficult relationship, it was a very difficult time in my life. We went through a lot of fights, name calling, hurtful words, wishing each other ill and pain. Growing up my mother used to verbally abuse me by calling me all kinds of names, criticized the way I looked and parts of my body. I was either too fat or too skinny but I was never good enough for her.…
When I first learned of this assignment my first thought was to interview my mom. She is the one person in my life I am closest to. Since we are only twenty three years apart, I thought it would be best to focus on her life up to the point where she decided to have kids. Though I knew most of what she told me it was still nice to just sit and talk about her life experiences. My mother was born to older parents and was the youngest of three children.…
On Christmas day of 2013 I remember sitting on a dirty cold bench at the Women's Correctional Center in San Mateo. I was waiting to see my mother behind a steel glass window of only an hour. My mom being incarcerated a countless number of times opened my eyes to a future that I don’t want. I remember going to her court date, I missed school for it. I sat with my dad behind the stands waiting for my mother's turn.…
At only 27. I thought about the consequences ahead. Having told my family and having to face such as what my mother would say. But, to my surprise she became very happy and supportive.…
I have never had the picture perfect family, I have absolutely no memory of my parents being together. I have always lived with my dad and visited my mom, that is how my life has been. Every weekend was dedicated to my mom and the weekdays I would be with my dad. I was already used to this and it was a normal thing for me. This is why when my mom moved to Ohio, it wasn’t the biggest change for me.…
When I was home schooled I struggled with school. I couldn’t figure out math I was a bad reader I almost failed because I wouldn’t ask for help. My mom helped me through my work she told me that it was okay to not know and to ask for help. I Would always get mad at my work and it would make it even harder to complete. When I got angry my mom would tell me to calm down take a quick break and try again with a calm approach.…
I am a middle-aged father of two and a divorced husband. I have worked in construction/carpentry for all of my life, it’s just about the only thing I am good at in life. I have failed as a father and I couldn’t help that my wife left me, she just wanted a different piece of meat for some reason. I have no reason why I ever wanted to marry her in the first place. The only reason I don’t regret marrying her is because then I probably wouldn’t have my two sons.…
I was still young yet I already felt ashamed of my own actions; my parents worked too hard for me to lie about them; but I just couldn’t live with people seeing me…
Eventually I got over my fear of Muslims and boarding an airplane. Growing through puberty at young age made me feel weird and awkward. I kept my menstrual cycle a secret from my friends because I felt embarrassed and taught I was the only girl experiencing my menstrual cycle in my grade. Because I started to develop breast, I tried to hide them by wearing bigger shirts and sports bras. I did not want to entertain unwanted attention for being the girl with a developing body in the fourth grade.…
As a child, having rules to follow wasn’t unheard of with my family. There was always a way to behavior with friends/family, at school, at home and out in the street. Often I found myself getting into trouble because I didn 't listen and also the fact that I always found some kind of way to slipping out of having to doing something that I knew I was supposed to do. But out of all the people in my family my mom was the strictest. When expectations set high, not meaning them meant my siblings and I typical had a week long cleaning punishments along with handing over all toys, games, and light up sneakers; about three times a week this happened to me.…
Before I start; lying is very bad. Do not lie to your friends, do not lie to your siblings, but especially do not lie to your mother. If you have a mother like mine, then you are pretty lucky, because she took it lightly and even thought it was downright hilarious. At the time, though, she thought she was going insane. The first time I lied to my mother is a long story.…