Essay About My Mother

My mother was born and raised in Ethiopia where things are really tough and complicated. She’s found to be the second born in her family of six children. My mother got married in early age in small village called Awassa located in Ethiopia and became a mother of four children, which are two girls and two boys. After we were born my mother got abounded by our father and become a single mother. Since then my mom raised three of my siblings and I by herself. Back then being a single parent in my…

interesting that families have the same thing happening in their family as their own. Their mother wasn't living a so perfect life either , being judged by her daughter, Dee. Maggie was more like me in the story, because her ways. In this “Everyday Use” Maggie family had some similarities that were like my family. I am explaining how my family and Maggie compare in some way. Maggie compare to my sister because of their scars. Maggie scars were caused by a house fire and her…

the time I was turning eight, my Mother had moved me and my older brother Dave to the reservation. We moved to Sacaton, Arizona (on the Gila River Indian Community Reservation). We lived in a house on the last street called Wihog St. It was a white three bedroom, one bathroom, and floor had pale white tiles in all the rooms. Growing up in that house on held the best memories of childhood life In the front yard there were red, yellow and, pink roses that my mother and I had planted. Our…

living in Dubuque Iowa. Until one day all of my happy thoughts turned into mad, sad, and haunting thoughts because of just one girl and her mother. Read on to find out the story of Brianna Brillhart. I was born on June 17th 2004 at 1:57 p.m. my mother always said that I was a happy baby. Even though my aunt and grandma though different. My very first word was dad and that might seem crazy because my dad was always at work and was never really there for me. My second word was mom and as you…

being raised by an absent father and a devoted mother. While our father had little influence in our life away from financial support, my mother dedicated her entire life towards taking care of her kids and making sure we had a healthy youth. She did not have the advantage of advanced parenting methods because we grew up in a time where parents were simply expected to raise their kids on blind luck rather than through the expertise of psychology. My youngest brother and I could easily be…

My mother raised me to be independent and taught me that the man doesn’t always have to be in charge. My mother raised me to have pride in myself, because I was worth something. My mother raised me to know right and wrong, because she raised me in the Roman Catholic Church. But my mother also raised me to hide my feelings, keep my secrets, and lie, because she wouldn’t understand my side. I had always been my parents ' favorite child. I was Daddy 's little princess, and I was low maintenance,…

to sacrifice a relationship. My mother did prescription drugs when I was growing up, and that had a very negative effect on me and my mental health. I viewed first hand the effects the pills had on my mother and I'll never forget some of the images. We went through a great deal of financial problems because she couldn't work. She couldn't pay the bills, and we lost our house; Our neighbors were so kind hearted and let us stay with them for a couple of months until my mom started stealing things…

Early in the morning, my uncle, Oralio brought my brother and I to Los Mochis hospital ISSTE. The waiting room at the hospital was cold as death body, and I could feel the tension of the people in the room. Almost all my family was there, my grandparents, aunts, uncles and some relatives. The night before my mother contractions started and her water broke, so my father took her to the hospital. She was pregnant with her third child, the new baby was a girl and all of them were excited, except…

what you would imagine a rural Indian town to be. During my first few years of life, my father was finishing his education in the city. My mother worked at an insurance company that was about fifteen minutes away from my grandfather’s house where we lived. With my father away and my mother being one of the only women in the area to have a job, we could feel a lot of attention on us. My grandfather and my grandmother despite respecting my mother’s education, always questioned her dedication to…

Every Friday night I would run to my room when I heard the car door slam. I ran as fast as I could to the comfort of my blankets and my teddy bear and waited for the yelling and screaming to begin. Dad had just gotten home from the bar. He had been spending all day smoking and drinking. My parents would fight for hours on end about how my father was addicted. Today, too many families have this problem because parents abuse substances. Substance abuse is an issue that many families deal…