Where I Know Where You Came From Essay

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Do you know where you come from? I don’t mean Urbandale or Johnston, I mean where you originated from. Where were your great, great, great grandparents from? I had never really give this much thought. I didn’t think it was very important, but recently that changed. One day I was sitting at home with my mom. She had just gotten home from a long double shift and was very tired. We had not spoken much that week since she worked a lot. The only noise I heard was the TV. Suddenly she spoke and what she said shocked me.
“Do you want to know your family history?” She said.
Everyone’s past is different. Some people originate from Germany, some from Mexico, and everywhere in between. In my case I was born in Illinois to a family who emigrated from Liberia. I am
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Because they worked different hours they never saw each other much and I rarely saw much of my parents at the same time. The lack of time they spent together really took a toll on their marriage. My dad started staying out very late and eventually he stopped coming home all together. When he was home though we wished he would leave. He seemed to always be upset and would always argue and yell at all of us, including my mom. She put up with this for years but one day when i was in sixth grade she had finally had enough. I was in school when i was called down to the office. I grabbed my bag, said goodbye to my classmates and headed out. I was expecting it to be an impromptu trip to my aunts but when i walked out of school and i saw a Uhaul and my mom waiting there i knew this was something more. We left for Iowa right then and there. I did not say goodbye to my friends or my boyfriend at the time, Howard Nichol III. I wouldn 't see them for another year or so until i went back to visit my dad. My mom never told me why we moved so suddenly or what triggered it but i know that she must have had a good

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