Essay on Coming of Age and Moving to Massachusetts

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Coming to age is not something that usually happens in one exact moment, it is a gradual experience. A person coming of age is very vital to how they develop their personal characteristics. The story of how I came to age isn’t a story I tell very often. Personally, I believe that what happens in the past should stay in the past.
When I was nine years old, my parents, two siblings, and uncle decided that it was time for us to move from Missouri up to chilly Massachusetts. Both my uncle and father were construction workers. There were so many projects in Massachusetts, it was sensible for us to move. Financially, this was also the solution to our money problems. All around we were all very excited for this move, all except for myself.
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I used to hate the nights my mother would work because of this. I came to learn that my father has bipolar depression and also suffers from alcoholism. The move to the north was very difficult for him. Having to take care of my siblings and I were too much for my father to handle. We just added to his stress level. This would cause him to spend every night drinking away the stress. It was around the age of eleven, I felt the need to step up and take control of the situation that my father couldn’t.
It was during this time period, that I came of age. No one was looking out for me. I was playing the role of an adult taking care of my siblings at night. There were all these unsaid responsibilities that I took on without my mother knowing. I can remember feeling the pressure to keep everything under control. Every night, I’d stay awake until 2 a.m. for when my mother came home. The house just didn’t feel safe without an actual adult there to handle the situation. There was this fear of falling asleep because if something terrible happened, I would blame myself.
There is one night I can vividly remember. Fall was coming to an end, the air was brisk and the ground felt frozen. It was a typical night in the Arwood household. My mom had left for work and my dad was already over the legal limit. Something had happened between my father and sister, Amber. They were fight like usual but this time the fight had turned physical. I cannot…