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Personal Narrative: Growing Up As An Immigrant

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Growing up as a daughter of immigrants has made me appreciate my culture and background. I was mostly raised by my mom. My parents divorce has made me a stronger person because I have seen my mom struggle everyday. My siblings and I didn’t have two people to rely on like most people. My single mom raised three kids alone. My father was a big part of my life before they separated. I considered myself closer to my father than I ever was with my mother since he allowed me more freedom. I never thought I would be without a dad, but I have seen the terror and distress in my mom's eyes while she’s lived and put up with the violence. This lead me to believe it was better to be left alone than to put up with fear. My father was someone that I always looked up to as a child because he was the one that took us in. When my mom and sister came from Colombia, it was initially a struggle. They lived with my grandmother who was frequently abusive to her. Coming from a foreign country and not knowing your way around in the United States was a difficult journey, but she had my dad at the time. …show more content…

Waiting for my mom to get home from work everyday made us feel trapped in a tiny apartment with nothing to do. My mother would try to take us out whenever she got home from work but there were some days where she would come home too tired. Having a single parent meant people thinking they could get to my mom by accusing her of things and being disrespectful etc. Growing up, I’ve never looked up to somebody so much as I do with my mom because she was all I had. She was there for me when nobody else was. She still managed to put food on our plate and a roof over our head as a single mother with 3 kids. For that, I am grateful. For that, I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it wasn’t for the struggle, but still try to push forward to provide for

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