My Life Changing Experience: My Mom Moving To Miami Before Me

Have you ever gone to a place to visit? Where have you been? What did you do there? I would like to go back to Florida, because last time I was there I was very little. My grandma and grandpa use to live there. In Florida there are lots of places to go and lots of things to do. My favorite things about Florida is fishing in the Gulf of Mexico, the different animals you can see, and the warm weather.

He would come home wasted after weeks of not being home; of me wondering where my father had been all those weeks. Staying up late on school nights just wishing for him to come home and tuck me in bed, to tell me he loved me, to ask me how my day was, or just tell me that he was there to stay. As a first grader it is hard to explain to your friends why they can not come to your house to play just knowing that if he is there that he will be drunk yelling at my mom for nothing. It got to the point to where he would come home after a few days and grab a suitcase and leave to go with his new girlfriend for a few days or even weeks. Right before he would leave I would always have hope that he would tell me where he was going or take me with him. I just wanted a father. My mother always told me that he would be back and to have hope; to always trust in her and that she would always be there for me. She was always my rock when I was younger. Until one day she finally told me what a monster the man I called my dad was. He was an abuser, physically and mentally. She told me the truth about the man that I wished was in my life for so long. He never wanted me. I was the youngest out

Hola fellow classmates. I am Michelle and look forward to working with all of you over the next 8 weeks. My area of study is in accounting and delighted to finally learn Spanish. I currently reside in gloomy Ohio and look forward to moving south after my daughter finishes this year of school. Learning the Spanish language is going to be truly helpful in communicating once I move to Florida. Unfortunately, I cannot recall a time that I have experienced a different cultural introduction. Now that I must think about the people that I have encountered in my life, and the greetings that I have had with them, they all seemed to have used the standard introduction of shaking hands. Greetings to my family and friends is a hug and kiss on the

My dad cheated on my mom when I was five years old my youngest sister was only four months old. At the time I obviously did not understand what was really happening. My grandmother told me a few years back about the day my dad sat down with me and told me that he was leaving our house. She said I called her and cried and said that I didn’t have a family anymore. She said that broke her heart and knowing how I felt about this at only age five breaks my heart today. Although my parents did split up my dad went to live back with his mother. We were able to see him every Tuesday, Wednesday and every other weekend. He actually used to be my hero. When I was in third grade both my parents found new people to be with. My dad actually was dating the women he cheated on my mom with. My mom was dating some guy she met online who became my step father. This affected my life greatly. I hated moving back and forth from house to house, I have been afraid of my dad my whole life I could say he had this tone of voice and everything he did was yell and scream. He used to hit

I pray all is well with you and that you’re staying dry this weekend. I wanted to write to you just to be open about life for me right now. We had a conversation a few weeks back about me moving to Miami, FL and as time has passed I am more convinced that it is important that if possible, that I should make the move. As a disciple of Jesus Christ, my purpose in life is to seek and save those that are lost – to share my faith and help those who desire live for God to do so. I have been asked by my church (which has been my sole support since moving to Gainesville) to move to Miami on a supplemental mission team to help strengthen the church that was planted about one year ago now. I have prayed about this multiple times and each time I ask God

I was 9 years old when my mom came to with a question she had. She made it sound really serious, I thought something horrible happened. When she finally got to the question it turned out to be amazing! She asked me if I wanted and was okay with moving to Florida. Of course me being 9 thought it was such exciting news. I obviously said yes, but a few months later made me regret my decision.

When I was 3 years old my mother and father got divorced. My father was abusive due to drugs and my mother couldn't handle it anymore. After my parents got divorced my sister Julie and I saw my father every other weekend. My father got more into drugs after the divorce and my sister and I didn’t get to see him much. When I was 7 years old my father got put in jail. Since my sister and I were only children we didn't understand why our father left. Our father was in and out of county jail during our life D.U.I’s, starting fights with people, hitting my mother. We didn’t know much about what our father did because he didn’t want us to know because we were too young. But my father was sentenced about 30 days in county jail. My sister and I missed

Started off with me having to move back to Indiana. First, my mom was nowhere to be found, so I wasn’t able to say good bye and that I loved her. I really wanted to be able to hug her one last time. She did the same thing when I was a kid. It made me feel unwanted all over again, so I got on the bus with nothing but 3 bags and no money.

I was starting 6th grade, my mom and my dad, who had divorced when I was almost three, started a custody battle over me. I loved both my mom and my dad, and had been living both with my mom and with my dad, each parent getting me every other weekend and after school half of each week. At the time, both my mom and my dad lived in Virginia, but when my mom moved to South Carolina, my dad moved to Wisconsin. From that point, my dad said he wanted custody of me. Mom thought I would be happier living mainly with her. What followed was an intense custody battle, which the judge who decided said was the worst he had ever seen. Whenever I was with my dad, he talked bad about my mom, and, while my mom refrained from talking bad about my dad, I could tell she was very stressed. Both of my parents were too busy with the custody battle to really spend a lot of time with

In seventh grade I had my first real boyfriend. His name was Damonte Davis. He was a football player and he also played basketball. He was really fun for me to be around but he was a toxic person in my life. I got my first kiss ever from him. I thought he was the cutest guy in the world and I thought I was going to marry him. Well that’s what all kids the when they THINK they’re in love. My mom couldn’t stand him. She knew things that I clearly didn’t understand. She knew that he wasn’t could for me. She knew that he wouldn’t help me grow into the person that I needed to be. To me Damonte was the only support I had though. I felt like he was the only guy that supported me and had my back. This period of my life my dad wasn’t

When I was ten years old coming to eleven a drastic change was made in my life where I had to migrate from Haiti to the United States to a whole different country and different environment to not only get a better education but to also have a better and safer life. I came to Orlando Florida at the end of my sixth-grade year where I went to school with no knowledge of the English language or the people except for my mother and father. I first met my father when was sixth years old we spent two weeks together after he left again to go back to work in the united states to work. When I was 8 my mom went to join my dad, so I was living with my uncles and his five children and wife. My whole childhood one of my parents was missing at time and point in my life for the first ten years of my life, it was really difficult because not only my self-esteem got effect but the fact that going through school without no guidance and motivation or explanation with homework even I was living with my uncle he was working but I still manage to pass my exams and my classes.

I will never forget that day, the day I casually walked downstairs to find my parents sitting face to face at the kitchen table with both arms crossed and a serious look on their faces. I slowly walk towards my dad who is reaching out to give me a hug, looking at me with his sorrowful eyes, tells me that he will be moving out. At the time, I remember feeling confused, but I did not feel so emotionally affected because I was only just 5 years old. Being raised in a single parent household has been a challenge in my life and has impacted me through financial problems, social situations, and maturity.

Having my dad around all the time wasn’t my everyday routine. I’d see him once or twice a week so I wasn’t very much used to see him every day. One day I came home after school and he and my mom were on the balcony talking, the notice I was staring, they both looked at me and called for a family meeting by the tone of their voices I could tell there was

My dad had left my mom, my brother, and me when we were little, but we will still would visit him every weekend, and we would spend time with him like when we were a family. My mom didn’t really like us going to

I never really knew my father when I was growing up. I was raised by my mother and my little brother's side of the family. My own family was across the ocean in California. By the time I was nine I