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My Family Memories

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As a young girl, I had what some people might call the “perfect” nuclear family. My parents, both very attractive individuals, had the two cutest blonde-haired and blue-eyed kids in church every single Sunday. Each afternoon, my dad would come home from his 9:00 to 5:00 and greet my stay-at-home mom with a kiss. We ate supper together every night at the dining room table; then, we would snuggle up on the couch before our parents told us bedtime stories and tucked us in. However, as they say, nothing lasts forever, and nothing is perfect. Although this may seem like an essay about one of those families you only see in movies, that is simply not the case. If my childhood were a movie though, it would not be the kind you’re thinking. As I got a little older and started attending the elementary school right down the street, I begin to lose memories of my mom. No, she did not pass away, but I just don’t remember her being around. I know that she put a ribbon into my curly hair every morning before school, but I don’t recall any other memories of her. Because my parents got married when my mom was fresh out of high school and my dad was in his late twenties, my mom never went to school or got a degree, or even a job for that matter. However, she eventually decided that she wanted . . . more. Therefore, she started going to college at night to get her teaching degree. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and wanting my mommy, as most little girls do.

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