Personal Narrative: How My Mom Changed My Life

Her exact words were “promise, I’ll be back.” She did not return back until eight months later. I was ten years old when my siblings and I had moved in with my aunt. We were frequently relocating from house to house and I could not permanently call a place “my home.” I had felt as if I was abandoned by my own mother and wondered if she would ever come back. I kept my head up high, but at some point I eventually lost hope. I did not have a mother and a father who also, left us when I was nine years old. My mother eventually became a single mother who worked day and night. When my mom came to United States, she had less opportunities since she did not finish high school in her country. As she struggled for jobs, I began to worry at such a young age, if she had

I watched both my parents walked out of my life and by the time I was eleven, I was forced to mature and become independent than the rest of the kids my age. I was taking care of myself, without my parents guidance or support. When my mom came back, she struggled even more to fully understand us. I was alternating from school to school almost every year and seeing her go through this alone was not easy as I thought it would be. I saw my brothers skipping and making several bad decisions in life, and yet I still manage to have hope for myself. Becoming individualistic at such a young age has helped me to survive in this world. I learned how to support myself and to always think positive. I realized that I did not want to be my brother who dropped out of high school or my sister who did not graduate on time. I want to be the first person in my family to attend a four year university. I had many people such as friends and family who told me I was not good enough or I was going to be the same as my