Personal Narrative: How My Mom Changed My Life

Growing up my parents were always strict with both my sister and I. When I was younger my parents would never allow me to misbehave. Whenever I did misbehave my parents would punish me by either sending me to my room by myself or lightly slapping my hand they never got too violent with me they mostly scolded me whenever I did something out of line. During my early school years, my parents tried their best to help me with my studies however because they were not fluent in English they always had someone who was come and help me with my schoolwork. My mother and father never ignored my progress in school. Never once did they miss a parent-teacher conference they always made sure I did my work accurately and on time. My parents raised me on the idea that I could not get the things I wanted unless I worked hard and honestly for it.

At a young age, I was taken care of mainly by my mother who was not working at the time whereas my father worked night shifts at a garment factory trying to make enough money to pay the bills. With my mother there was never a dull moment with her, she never left us alone she always had us do something with her be it reading or helping her do chores around the house she was continuously guiding us. Although my father was not involved in taking care of me he would always be there when I needed help. During elementary school, I was afraid of leaving my sister and father alone so I would constantly cry during school, but my father would always reassure me that he was fine and that I would see him every day before and after school. The manner my parents took care of me was a method unique to them. They believed their way of taking care of me was effective and that it would help me and the rest of my siblings have a better life than what they had to endure during their