Autobiography Of My Childhood Essay

Autobiography
Complicated is a good word to describe my childhood. I am originally from Lima, Peru, where I lived my first eight years. Also, I am the only child of my mom Susana Ramos, a secretary, and Julio Ayin, a pilot of the Peruvian air force. Since before I was born, my parents were separated because of infidelities. Both, frequently argued over money and myself. I had to constantly attend counseling sessions because I was acting up, due to the fact that I was getting affected by my parent’s hostile encounters. As a kid, I always looked at my friends and saw how their family were united and how they had a great relationship with their father, which I always wanted but never got. I spend countless nights, crying and trying to figure out why my father never came to see me and every time I ask him why he never told me. Until one day I found out that he got

remarried and started his own new family.
The whole period of time that I spend living in Peru, it was just me and my mom because my family was extremely small and most of the lived in the United States.

Around the age of 6 my mom was hospitalized because she had extreme headaches, and that’s when she found out she had a tumor in her brain. She kept this a secret from me because she didn’t want to see me suffer more than what I already was. About a week after she found out the news of her tumor, my mom was obligated to tell me because she had to go to Florida to get surgery, since the hospitals in Peru did not have the proper equipment to do this surgery. After my mother broke the news to me, we both started crying. I did not know much about tumors, but I did know that it was a life threatening disease. The next day my mom and I went to the doctor to find out what procedure she should take to not put her life at risk. In that same appointment, we found out the pricy amount of the surgery. With my mom’s salary and all of our expenses, it was going to be impossible to pay for the operation, and my mom had to make the tough decision to postpone

it.
About four weeks after postponing the surgery a lady that lived in the same apartment complex as my grandma heard my mother’s news. That lady, who I am extremely grateful for, offer to pay for the surgery. The next week my mom was off to Florida with my grandmother because I need to stay in school. My mother had no option than to leave me with my father. It was the hardest and the most awkward week of my life. I was extremely young to understand the problems between my parents, but my dad and I never had a good daughter and father relationship. Every day of that week I spend in my room eating, doing homework, and playing with my babysitter, she was the only person I felt comfortable with. I always pretended to fall asleep when my dad came to try to avoid him. That was the longest week ever, but finally my mom came back healthy and happy. The tumor was impossible to be removed from her brain, but it was deactivated, according to what the doctor told her.
My mom and I escape that dark period of our lives and every night we prayed for positive things to happen to us. At the age of eight my grandma decided to take me to New Jersey for Christmas to visit my aunt. I was excited and happy because I had never been out of the country, until I realized that my mom was not coming with us. I cry and threw temper tantrums saying that if my mom did not go I was not going to go either, even though my grandma already had purchased my ticket. My grandma ended up buying my mom the ticket and all three of us went to New Jersey. Since my mom did not have money when she came to the United States, my uncle gave her job for a month in his restaurant El Chevere in downtown Passaic. That’s where my mom meet a guy named Martin. Both started becoming friends and he used to take me to many places like New York during our vacation. When we went back to Peru, both my mom and Martin never stop talking on the phone.