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Personal Narrative: Living With Alcoholic Family

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Living in a small household with six sisters, an alcoholic father, and a semi-depressed mother sounds like a recipe for disaster. As a kid, my parents would either be involved in a quarrel or be at work. Stereotypically, a child living in this type of environment would not seem to see a bright future for themselves. However, this does not apply to me.

I remember how I would regularly look forward to going to school and see my teachers every day. I also remember to never have a good response when my fellow peers would ask me why I love school so much, but as I reflect I now realize that the reason was because I considered school to be my safe haven.

Having so many sisters made me grow up and take responsibility from such a young age. Yes, …show more content…

I meant that I no longer live with a father who loves alcohol. My father has been sober for six years and my mother seems to be a lot happier now. Despite my fathers' past addiction and old decisions, he has always been someone I've looked up to. He would always teach my sisters and me the importance of family and would always share his childhood stories with us. Which have taught me to be grateful for what I have despite our past circumstances, and also that everyone no matter who they are has problems. These stories and the environment I lived in helped shape the way I am and from those days on I realized to stop feeling sorry for myself and realize that what's keeping me from being happy is myself.

Knowing that every day there's a person who's in need of someone and having experienced that feeling has made me want to be an approachable person. I have tried to show that I'm trustworthy and I have tried to be a positive person every day and I do believe that I have accomplished that. I also believed that the human mind is destined to do great things and that explains why I have always challenged myself and my peers. Also, whenever I start something I have to finish it because I don't like the idea of quitting something because I believed that there is always a

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