Personal Narrative: How My Mom Changed My Life

Growing up with two sets of parents was extremely hard. I still don’t know who my birth father was, and it seems like everyone wants to keep it that way. I never knew how my birth mother was, and I only saw about once every three or four years. My adoptive parents are the only people I consider parents because they have shown me the love and care that parents should show their children. As I grew up, I became more and more curious, and reckless. In second grade, I moved to yet another school, but this one I stayed at for five years. I had amazing friends, and I would’ve trusted them with anything. But then we moved yet again. I got a new phone, and I didn’t get to contact any of my old friends anymore. It was time to start from scratch. I moved to Prosper, Texas, and went to Reynolds Middle School. There I found some

Since I was a kid, I had a ton of responsibilities, cleaning up after myself, doing chores, managing to not fight with my brother, although we fought all day everyday, but you know, it happens. One thing that I didn't know wasn't normal was parenting your parent. I go to school do all my class work and during recess and lunch I listened to all the other kids talk about going to the park after school and eating dinner together with their parents. When I got home from school, I had to do my homework and then take care of my mother. Bring her things she needed such as food, water, help her with many other simple everyday activities. Of course I wasn't the only one who was her “little helper” as she put it, my dad helped her and my older brother by two years,

As a child, we fought, yell, and got each other’s nerves. But as we grew older, we learned to value and respect each other's decision and our sister bonds. Not only that, she’s the first person to ever graduate from college in my family and the first in the second generation. I respect her because she’s my sister and she’s my role model. For example, she helps me get through high school with a helping hand. She helped me find what classes to pick and when I was preparing for college. She looks out for me, is a person whom I can count on, a person I can trust, and a person who I can look up to. That’s why she is the person I

My mother worked day and night so I had to care for my sister and cousins. On some occasions I had to help my mom clean houses to earn money. At the age of thirteen up until I was sixteen I was cleaning houses for the people we longed to be. I got a glimpse of a life I have never known. For the most part my mom’s boss was nice, but her family was ignorant at times. They would ask me where I have traveled and if I’ve been to all these kinds of expensive places. When I answered no they asked why not. I guess they didn’t comprehend the fact that my mom and I were cleaning their dishes and making their beds for less than the minimum wage to be able to barely afford the rent of the small room we all

I wanted to just go home a lot of the time, but stayed because our house was a little too far. I never really complained because I knew my mom had so much on her plate being a single parent so I was just thankful for what I did have. I experienced the real world at a young age, and when I turned 16 started my first job to support my family. My mom and I split the bills so she wouldn’t have to work two jobs anymore. It wasn’t easy at all, and used to always wish I had a different life. Everyone my age always had fun on the weekends while I had to save all my money for bills. Managing school on weekdays and work on the weekend was hard at first, and I had to learn to put my happiness aside to make my mother happy. Slowly, the money my mom and I had put together was enough to put a downpayment on a small house for the three of us. Not only that, but I finally had my own room, bed, and a big desk so I didn’t have to do my homework on the bed anymore. Everytime I walk into my room I see all the sweat I put in these past years to achieve my goal. I’m happy I didn’t let where I grew up mess up my future, and have overcome all the obstacles that have came into my life so

My mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis at the age of 40, when I was in preschool. With very few memories prior to her diagnosis, living with MS was quite simply a fact of life. A single parent who was singularly dedicated to her three daughters, my mother trudged unwaveringly through all the symptoms, complications, and limitations her disease inflicted on her. For the most part she suffered in silence, her disease progression so slow and gradual that it was nearly imperceptible to us. She was our family’s rock, her faith in God strengthening her resolve to give us as normal a childhood as possible considering the situation. A sudden escalation of her symptoms when I was eleven altered our lives. Over the course of two months she lost

I was born very early and had teenage parents who did not really have their life together at that time. My parents were both high school dropouts. My dad dropped out because school was not for him and he just wanted to work and get money and my mom dropped out because school was not for her also and she was pregnant with me and did not want to deal with school. My dad worked everyday to keep our family moving and my mom just stayed at my grandmas house with me because obviously she had to take care of me. So we were living by paycheck to paycheck. One year later my sister was born and two years later after that my other sister was born. Since my parents really did not have that much money to get our own place we would live at my grandmas house to my papa’s house but at times we would have to camp out at the beach because we had no other choice. When we would live at the beach I would think that we were just camping for fun but I did not realize that we did not have any place to stay. My parents clothed me and my sisters, provided food for us, but we did not have a house over our head. So

I was able to be myself and I felt free. With a few bucks in my pockets, I felt I could buy the clothes I wanted and those skinny jeans I saw at urban outfitters. I came home one day galvanized only to find ambulances outside my aunt's house and my mom on the stretcher bed. My mom has been ill and had an infection that ate her leg. Days I would come home and it smelled like rotting flesh it was her. I spent months with her after her amputation. One of the kids who 've met, she and her mother allowed me to stay at their home, but I was no longer a teen and her daughter who liked me was underage, but they were in need as I was, they had little money and 4 mouths to feed and had just found an advantageous paying job so I figured I help them for helping me. 4 mouths turned into five and I quickly realized I was being played not by the daughter, but by the mother and quickly left them alone and used wisdom, for I cannot help others until I help myself and they were too broken. I saved my money and got an apartment on my own. I take care of my mother who is now disabled and I am taking on the challenges of adulthood. I ride a 2-hour bus to work and back every day. I get up 4 o'clock in the morning and don't make it home until 8pm at night. I feel accomplished an 18-year-old with his own apartment, taking care of his mother, and I might not have a car...yet but it's so close I can taste

All I wanted was moments with my mom when I was nine; I did not get it. What about age ten, eleven, and twelve? My whole childhood was snatched out from under me, and I had to grow up way to fast. Don’t worry, I did not blame you. I blamed myself until I was fifteen. It was my fault my mother tried to drown my sisters and me. I saw signs and clues. I could tell she was not acting herself, but I said nothing. I didn’t go and ask another grownup for help. I put my sisters’ lives in danger, because I didn’t protect them.

I was the only child, and my father had passed away when I was just an infant. My mother had been diagnosed with leukemia and wasn’t able to work; nor even get out of bed. I already had a job, but I had to pick up a part-time job on Sunday’s to accommodate for my mother’s loss of income. During the week, I would work as a chef at a street side

As a child, I was quiet and withdrawn. I taught myself to read when I was three, and spent most of my time reading instead of playing with other children. I understood very early that I was different from others at school. I didn’t have to pay for lunch, something I found (and to be honest, still find) completely mortifying. My father was almost never home, always trucking all over the country in an effort to keep our family afloat. When other kids talked about their dads in school, I often found myself feeling jealous. I, too, wanted a dad who could teach me how to ride a bike or throw a ball. I also understood that it was impossible for me to have that, because my father worked around the clock to keep my family from going hungry. I realized that in order to achieve the things that I wanted to, i would have to take the initiative and do it myself. I borrowed my sister’s bike (although it was much too tall for me to use comfortably), and I practiced riding it until i knew i was better at it than any other 7 year

This girl has been through hell and back. She has made it through the hard times and good times, when telling her family what’s wrong once, yet they didn't understand. So through the years she has learned to put up a wall and not show the person inside. You will learn who this girl is---what she has faced.

She thinks I’m big, surly, and overprotective. She has no idea. Whatever she’s running from, I’m going to fix. Whatever she needs, I’m going to give her. And the sooner she figures out what she needs is me, the better off we’ll both be.

Well to get started it was the blistering cold winter of 1861. I was an only child well I guess after 10 long years I was. My little brother Todd died when he was 7. Todd suffocated and fell down a chimney when he was cleaning it. My dad died when I was 4. He was working down in a coal mine and CRASH, the mine collapsed. If you think that's bad it gets worse. It was my mom and I left in a small house that could barely even fit us in it. My mother never told me how she felt she only cared about me, she worked 22 hours and barely made enough money to feed us. But I can tell you that all the money she got she spent on me so I had enough food and drink, to live.One day she came home crying, I knew something was up and there was. My mother had diphtheria, I tried to help I really did but there was no use. Her last words were,”Timmy make me proud and have…”She never finished.

If you saw me how most people saw me, you would be too. But you don’t because you’ve only seen a part of me. You see what I mean?” That killed me. I thought about all the people I used to know. I thought I always did a pretty good job at being myself but I don’t remember at all, I really don’t. If I was less of myself and more of a phony then maybe all the other phonies would like me more, but I didn’t want to be a phony. I wanted to be me. Just then, the girl’s phone rang. It startled me and I nearly fell out of that goddam window. No kidding. She answered it and it turned out her sister and D.B.’s flight wasn’t as delayed as they thought it would be. I could hear the whole conversation because it was so goddam quiet where we were. When the call ended, the girl turned to me and smiled really nice and wide, which amused me. I was never really one to smile at all, but some part of me decided in that moment that I should smile right