Personal Narrative
A member in my family has an illness, not like most illnesses that come to mind, such as cancer or other diseases. This illness affects my family 's lives. Most people don´t understand how it can affect others, but it does affect like how most sicknesses do. Many people suffer from this illness. This illness is called alcoholism.
I never truly understood why this occurred, mostly because I was so young at the time. My questions began when I was around six. I remember this event like it was yesterday. This family member had left to,of course, buy alcohol, and I was oblivious of what was happening. I had told my father later ¨[This family member] had left me.¨
He had asked and this person responded with ¨Oh, she 's lying.¨ I cried, I couldn´t believe they would say that.
After this event, I became more cautious with this person and their actions. As years went by, things had just gotten worse, I would find little bottles of alcohol hidden around the house. Bottles of alcohol would be hidden in laundry baskets, and in pots. I was confused with what was happening, no one really told me, since I was so young. As I got older, and became more aware of things I was told more and more about what this illness involved. I was told they were an alcoholic and how it was an illness and they couldn’t control it. My father would tell us “They still love you, they can’t control it.” They would go to meetings or places to get help, but