I was abandoned. Not like a stray dog but like a broken heart. The experience of having to become my own nurturer long before I knew what nurturing was even about left me as an adult child.
The memory of the day my mom left is forever etched on the canvas of my mind. It wasn't until the sixth year of my life that I became motherless. One could have described me as a happy child from a traditional family. I had my mom who was just like any ordinary mother and my father as well. We lived in a ordinary house and had a pretty average and ordinary life. My mother worked at a nursing home, where she would take care of the elderly and make sure they were happy in their final resting places. As for my father, he was doing some type of contracting job that I did not particularly obtain any knowledge about. We were happy. …show more content…
Preschool was something that I enjoyed, everyday felt as if I was excavating through the endless possibilities of life. The curiosity of being a child is overwhelming. After partaking in all the skill building activities in every preschool day, we would all line up with our backpacks and wait for the arrival of our parents. Mother was always on time and there to greet me with a warm embrace. However as a naive adolescent, you never expect things to
The memory of the day my mom left is forever etched on the canvas of my mind. It wasn't until the sixth year of my life that I became motherless. One could have described me as a happy child from a traditional family. I had my mom who was just like any ordinary mother and my father as well. We lived in a ordinary house and had a pretty average and ordinary life. My mother worked at a nursing home, where she would take care of the elderly and make sure they were happy in their final resting places. As for my father, he was doing some type of contracting job that I did not particularly obtain any knowledge about. We were happy. …show more content…
Preschool was something that I enjoyed, everyday felt as if I was excavating through the endless possibilities of life. The curiosity of being a child is overwhelming. After partaking in all the skill building activities in every preschool day, we would all line up with our backpacks and wait for the arrival of our parents. Mother was always on time and there to greet me with a warm embrace. However as a naive adolescent, you never expect things to