Personal Essay: A Memorable Day In My Life

763 Words2 Pages

I’m writing an essay describing a memorable day in my life. And that’s going to be hard to do because I have SO MANY memories that I don’t even know which to choose. But I do want to talk about one memory I would never forget, and that’s when I started living with my mom again. I’m not one of those kids who had a perfect life. My childhood was far from perfect. At one point in time it was everything I could ask for. But after a while everything went down the drain. I was moved from house to house I even had to go to the shelter with my mommy. For a child I experienced a lot. I experienced more then I should’ve. But all that did was made me the person I am today and sometimes for that I am grateful. I and my mom moved from house a lot at a …show more content…

I remember it like it was yesterday when they took me from my moms. The amount of tears cried over the course of the time was crazy. I was living in a strangers house I didn’t know them they didn’t know me it was just an uncomfortable space for me. That’s when I realized my life from other kids was different. Majority of the kids I knew kissed they parents before bed me I didn’t even know if mines was safe or not. So as time went by I went from home to home for like 3 months. They had to make sure I was comfortable and stuff before they made it final where I was going to live. The lady I was living with was a nice lady I loved her actually her name was Brenda. She had 2 kids both girls and a husband and now me. I had my good days and I had my bad days but for the most part I was happy that I had a stable roof over my head and I was in school every day. As time went by I was having visits with only my dad then one day they told me my mom was here to see and that was the best new I had gotten in a long time I was ever so blessed. So I started seeing my mom more and more and as time went she said she wanted to file custody of me which was beautiful more than beautiful …show more content…

It took some time but slowly but shortly I started living with my mom again. In the beginning it was a little shaky. You know I didn’t know much about her and vice versa. But we took family therapy to help get this family process thing going, and for when we get into uh dispute we know how to handle things other than yelling. We was in family therapy for like 6-8 months roughly. It was okay, some days it was annoying but for the most part we got threw it. We learned mad different techniques and stuff it was a great experience. I’ve been living with my mom for about almost 6 years… and boy trust me it wasn’t 6 easy years nowhere even near

Open Document