Personal Narrative Analysis

My story began in February 2010, a fateful day that has since changed the meaning of a “disability” for me. My parents had been involved in a severe car accident that left them both partially disabled. Hearing the doorbell ring at four in the morning, only to see my grandfather brought upon such great shock. I am grateful every single day that they are still alive and with us children, and that they did not suffer more than they did.

After that day, things became increasingly difficult. My father’s leg had been injured in such a way that he could not stand for a period longer than ten minutes. His leg would become red and swollen; the pain was always present. My mother had to endure worse. She underwent multiple surgeries on her abdomen and right arm. We could not see her for the next two weeks. The healing process was slow and excruciating, and there was no way my parents would be well enough to continue working. Thus, in order for us to survive, my parents applied for government assistance which has showed us mercy and compassion during this point of great need.

No relatives lived near, and they were much too busy to take time off to help care for my parents while in their semi-paralyzed state. Taking care of three younger brothers was a hassle, and I was also responsible for caring for my parents. I took up the cooking, cleaning, homework helping. Almost everything my parents used to do. Thankfully, my father was still able to move if he was cautious, and thus, he was able to care for himself and my mother in regards to personal hygiene. School was within walking distance, and although we once received rides to school, that was now not within the realm of