Analysis Of The Poem ' Raised By Wolves '

Despite the title of this essay “Raised by Wolves”, I was not actually raised by wolves, rather two very intelligent, loving, caring people. Both, my mom, Lisa, and my dad, Evelio, are surgeons. My mom is a breast cancer surgeon and my dad is a heart surgeon. They have been busy for as long as I can remember. My life has always been very scattered, while at the same time, very organized and scheduled.

My mom and dad have always pushed me to do as well as they think I can in school.

Because both of my parents worked extremely hard their entire lives, they expect me to do the same. Ever since I was a young child, my parents started to teach me things about what they do. I was also very curious and asked a lot of questions. I remember when I was maybe eight or nine years old, sitting down at the dinner table with my mom while she explained genetics to me.

I was always fascinated with what my parents did. I always wanted to come in to watch their surgeries, even though I had been way too young. My parents had promised me that I could watch them do a surgery when I was sixteen, and I am still counting down the days.

My mom’s life as a kid wasn’t too easy. She was born in New Jersey and ever since she was five years old, she knew that she wanted to be a doctor. Her dad, Harvey, was a doctor and her mom, Elaine, worked in a pathology lab all throughout her life. My mother’s parents got divorced when she was very little. Her “normal” was very different from most kids’ “normals” her age. She had a hard life at home when she was a little girl, with her dad pushing her to play the piano when her passion was really dance, along with medicine. She has a younger brother, Peter, who was a bit of a troublemaker when they were young. She also h...

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...have a clue as to what she should do with my older brother and me.

I remember every day in the car, she would rank us. She would rank us on who was the “best” (the nicest) that day. Maddox was usually 1st. Lucas, my older brother, was usually 2nd. Then there was me. Celia and I had a strange relationship. I loved her and hated her at the same time. My ranking would range anywhere from 3rd place to one millionth place. My parents eventually fired her, for the reason that she ranked us and other reasons.

Even though I wasn’t raised like a ‘normal’ kid, I wouldn’t change my childhood one bit. I love my parents so much, even if they do push me a lot in school, or if I had to wear a helmet to go half a mile per hour on a scooter. I am extremely proud of my parents, and they are very inspiring people. My parent’s are great people, and I wouldn’t ask for any other parents.