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Personal Narrative: How My Mom Has Changed My Life

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My dad leaving me and my mom has changed me into the person I am today because when I was a little younger I would never listen or even show respect to anyone. I was always so bad and I just cared about myself that was it even in school I was disrespectful to my teachers and I didn’t care. I would always get in trouble and talk back once he left I thought a lot about myself and I would tell myself that he left me and my mom because of me and because I was so bad and disrespectful and I hated myself I hated the person I turned into and I knew my mom did too. So I told myself that I was gonna change and for the better so I started listening in class,not talking back,showing respect to people,and being really nice to friends and family. …show more content…

A week later I started school I was so scared I really wanted my real dad to be there with my mom taking me to school and dropping me off but I knew he would never come even if I have changed into a better person I just hoped that my stepdad can be a better dad than my real father could ever be. Three months later I was walking home and when I got home I checked the mail and there was a letter that said my name on it and it said it was from my dad it came all the way from vegas I just stood there looking at …show more content…

I have a really good job in a resturant and i’m the manager of the kitchen the have said I am the best cook and i’m working in one of the biggest resturants out here we have both went our own ways and for the

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It remains me of both of my parents who were abandoned by their mothers when they were just babies. Both were raised by their grandmothers in poverty conditions. My mom grew up with love and good care, while mi dad suffer the lack of love, care, and food. As a result, my father was very resentful with his mother, while mi mom understood the reasons why her mom did not take care of her. My parents suffer a lot when they were children; my dad used to drink lots of alcohol.

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My father would come home at 6pm and I would be outside playing with my friends. He would call me in and my friends would actually say "Time for your beatin" After he beat me for something I would just run out and go play. By 8pm my mother was drunk and my father was good and angry and they would be screaming at each other. By 9pm they were holding knives at each other and there I was in the middle crying and pleading with them to stop.

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The members of my family of origin are Puerto Rican. My parents were born in Puerto Rico but their great grandparent’s family of origin were Spaniards, Africans, and the Taino Indians. My family is Christian, Seventh Day Adventist, except my father. He became a Christian 1990. My father was the one who work and my mother was a housewife.

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Breaking the Cycle 16, 17, 18, 19. These numbers are how old my grandma, my aunt, my mom, and my sister were when they got pregnant with their first child. Most of the women on my mother’s side were teen moms without a college degree, some without a high school diploma and all were single. I plan to not continue this cycle. Growing up, I saw how my mom struggled to find a career she enjoys with just her high school diploma, even though she is a very intelligent person.

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“No man is lonely eating spaghetti; it requires so much attention. ”- Christopher Morley The quote above displays individual desire love and attention to fulfill their loneliness. It reminds me of Russell Banks’ short story, “My Mother’s Memoirs, My Father’s Lie, and Other True Stories.”

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Ding Dong, Mom Lacy and Lilly are here! Trick or treat, Its finally Halloween says Lacy and Lilly knows her head in agreement. You look great Lilly I love your costume, she was wearing a long black dress with a large black witches hat and some black boots. Ok I think we should go trick or treating now, I agree lets go!

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I grew up with strict parents. They always let my brother go outside and play because he was a boy, yet I had to stay inside and do chores. I would always sneak out through the back because I wanted to play also. As I got older things got worst, I hated having the midnight curfew while my friends had to be home by two in the morning. The time went by I started making bad decisions and it got to the point where my grandparents didn 't want to deal with me anymore and so they passed me to my mother, which is where i 'm currently living now.

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Ever since I was little I have always kept to myself,being quiet and doing my own thing. I always have kept to myself never out there looking for help when I had a problem; I would always try to solve it myself or not even solve it at all,I was a big attention seeker when it came to a problem I had accomplished on my own; But because of the fact that I didn’t really converse or talk to others made me think that nobody cared,which in turn made me think that I needed to give up or not even try. And I continued that all the way from 4th to 8th grade. When my mom put the effort to help me by taking me after school to work on late assignments,or just repeatedly giving me the support that I needed to get work done for so-and-so or else I would fail and not pass on to the next grade;I would tell her “I’ll pass,i’m in 7th grade,they won’t hold me back”I seemed like a real stubborn pain,which

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Only boring people are bored Nicole For the thousand times are heard that phrase leave my moms mouth I gave a big sigh, let out a groan, and walked away. Growing up as an only child, I frequently experienced this so called boredom. My mom and I stayed home during the summers, spending our days together, going on day trips, yet I still vividly remember being utterly bored.

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The sorry business has started now, mum died because of lung cancer I was shocked I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t move or do anything for days and now I was left to take care of my two stubborn siblings who think are better than me, well maybe they are, I’m no use to them I’m a stupid drunk who is the oldest brother of two, they think of me the same way I can’t blame them either and I can’t even help them it’s always the other way around even back when mum was still alive, and breathing. I’m just a foolish idiot and now that mums gone were left in this world all alone it’s was sad watching her go on that very dark day, no wonder why whenever I use to do stuff she would always keep quit and not fight back like she used to how could I not tell that she was sick? How could I be this foolish?

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The prompt I chose to do is “Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown into flame by another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light.” Tell about the people from your life who represent those re-kindlers and the time or times you felt like your “light had been blown out.” The people I picked were my mother, Wendy, and my therapist, Jody. I picked them because they both have helped me through a lot throughout my life.

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There have been many people in my life who have impacted it both negatively and positively, but no one has had an impact in my life greater than my mom. This woman is just amazing in my eyes, right from the beginning because of the way she raised me, if I had children I would raise them the same way she raised me. The person she is, in general, has really had a great effect in my life, and also how she has always told me about the struggles shes had in her life from the ones I didn't see to the ones I have seen with my own eyes. I believe if I didn't know my mother as well as I do, she wouldn't have influenced me as much as she does. The way my mom raised me has made me the person I am today, so if I were to say she didn't impact my life I would be lying.

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My mom, my sweet, gentle mom. My mom is like my sister, we love to talk about juicy stuff and love to share with each other what we did during the day. I don 't like to imagine myself without her because she is basically my life. She is caring and kind and always have a smile on her face when she sees me. When I say her name I get a picture of her in my mind.

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