The one place that affected me as a person and who I am today was Jamaica, the place where I was born, the place where I struggled and cried, and the place I call home. Growing up on a small property in Clarendon, Jamaica, I had both mom and dad at my corner loving me. My mother Maureen Rose was a maid who cleaned for wealthy people for minimum wage. My father on the other hand was a welder who worked at a factory and came home every day smelling like oil. I then was a young six years old to be exact and my brother and I had high imaginations. I loved my home I would swim, eat fresh fruits, climb trees and fences and play all day with my tall 10-year-old brother Chad. Little did I know my parents had problems of their own, my mother and father
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As I grew up I saw my mother struggle job after job as a maid for a hotel, a cook for a nursing home, and health aide who helped elderly patients. My mother countless of days came home tired and stressed out with the treatment and pay that she got from her patients. She one day took me to one of her jobs as a maid and we cleaned a house-top to bottom as we sat down to take a break she looked at me and told me that this is not the life she wanted me to live, she emphasized how much I should get an education and better further myself so that I won’t be stuck cleaning houses and scrubbing floors and having two jobs just so she can pay the rent. One thing about my mother I admired was that I never went hungry, I never went unclothed, and I never got mistreated, she always made sure I had everything and more and that inspired me to become a thoughtful and caring person because my mother, my family made me that way. My mother always reminds me to take life seriously and to always give back, every year we would pack barrels and containers of food to give back to her friends in Jamaica who helped her, when her kids were starving and who helped her live the life she is living today. Although my mother did not have much she gave loads of clothes and shoes and food to her friends’ kids, and people who she
As I grew up I saw my mother struggle job after job as a maid for a hotel, a cook for a nursing home, and health aide who helped elderly patients. My mother countless of days came home tired and stressed out with the treatment and pay that she got from her patients. She one day took me to one of her jobs as a maid and we cleaned a house-top to bottom as we sat down to take a break she looked at me and told me that this is not the life she wanted me to live, she emphasized how much I should get an education and better further myself so that I won’t be stuck cleaning houses and scrubbing floors and having two jobs just so she can pay the rent. One thing about my mother I admired was that I never went hungry, I never went unclothed, and I never got mistreated, she always made sure I had everything and more and that inspired me to become a thoughtful and caring person because my mother, my family made me that way. My mother always reminds me to take life seriously and to always give back, every year we would pack barrels and containers of food to give back to her friends in Jamaica who helped her, when her kids were starving and who helped her live the life she is living today. Although my mother did not have much she gave loads of clothes and shoes and food to her friends’ kids, and people who she