Narrative Essay About Moving To Mexico

Waving goodbye from the backseat of the car, as we pull out of my parent’s driveway. Looking out the window at the oddly, white shaped clouds. Thinking, I had never been away from my parents and my younger sister for so long, even though it was only for two weeks. I was excited and scared all at once, but I wasn’t too thrilled about the whole 29-hour drive there. Hoping that the trip would go well and nothing bad will happen to us.

Growing up my mom was the only parent in my household, so naturally we were a very close family. My mom took care of all of us. She always made sure my siblings and I had everything we needed in order to be successful. She cooked, clean, worked, etc., she really was a super mom. Whenever I had a problem with something or needed to talk to someone she was always there for me. My mom gave

My mom was sad she left behind her whole family her mom, step dad, sister, and grandparent. Although it wasn’t a lot of people they meant the world to her. In Canada she always felt homesick. My mom couldn’t speak any English so the most communicating she would do on a daily basis was got to Tim Horton’s and ask for a coffee for herself and a treat for her son.

My Mom wanted to be there but she had no choice. She at the time left a three year old and I at the time was ten years old so I had to step up and take care him. My Dad would always be at work at times my older Sister would also help but ever since then I just felt like a Mom. Growing up it was just me and my little Brother. I missed out a lot as a kid because I had a big responsibility in my hands. When I got out of Elementary I was barely going to school. My grades were bad, my attendance even worse, and it was all because I didn’t care anymore. Being in school, I was always either late, skipping

On September 1, 2012 I moved to Virginia, United States. Many can say that, but to me it is one of the greatest things I have done in life. Being born in Puerto Rico, an island in which Spanish is the main language, the wish of learning English was constantly in my mind. As I grew up I started to take English courses in school; however, the courses were not as effective, since I only learned the basics of English. Later on after graduating from sixth grade I was enrolled in a bilingual private school. The fact that the school was mostly in English and that it was private challenged my learning even more than in a public school. Although the school was a great one, I was doing badly accademically. It wasn’t until the school year was over that I decided to move to the state of Virginia in order to begin with my journey. A journey in which I learned many things from life and because of this experience I am preapared to overcome anything that comes between me and what I want.

I still remember how hard life was at first, but we also knew that there are hope, freedom and the promise of an American dream that we hope to reach. My dad is a hard worker, who put his heart and conscience into his work and duties. He is a responsible person and

I was really young to notice the things that were going on with my mom and dad but I had a clue that was going on because I was around it and it happened so often. My brother had no clue because he was only 1 when things started to get out of hand. When my mom left the house I didn't know she was leaving to start a new life in Florida and leaving me and my brother like we were not her children. My dad sat me down and explained to me what happened, I did not know what was going on. Once my brother started to get older some days he would ask ‘’Where is Mommy’’ and I started to cry because I knew what was going on

     Due to the fact that my father was now on his own and trying to raise three children (my older brother from my father’s first marriage), he had to take a different position at his work. Although he was getting a raise it wasn’t necessarily a good thing. He had to start working the night shift so he could get the raise. He didn’t really have a choice in the matter and because of this new change, I began to lose valuable time with him as well. It was now up to my brother to watch over us at night and make sure we got to bed on time. If there was any trouble or and problems in general, my brother would call my grandmother. For three years my dad worked that job and every night he would stay up after he got home to see us. He would make my sister and I breakfast and make we were off to school on time. This meant the world to me because no matter what he always made time for us.

When I returned back my family was about to open presents. Ann was running down the stairs in her onesie and Mom and Dad gathered around the tree. They shared laughs, happiness, and love. For a family that just lost somebody they loved very much I say they were doing such a good job of healing their wounds. From the moment I was in the hospital I knew they were strong enough to get through this, they have each other and me. Ann opened her presents and saw the same red shirt I got for

She always made me feel comfortable. She made it her business to stay in touch with my teachers. They would keep her well informed of my progress. She would make surprise visits to my school just to see how I was doing. My mother was determine I was not going to be like most of the girls in my neighborhood a pregnant drop out. I thought she was too hard on me but, now I thank God she was because I would not be the woman I am today without her love and support. “Social support plays a key role in enhancing general mental health and successful coping strategies (McGrath,

It's hard losing your mom because you feel like you have lost everything. My mom wasn't just my mom she was my bestfriend she always knew how to cheer me up and even though she didn't have very much she still went out of her way to make sure that me and my little brother did. My mom was a strong person but the sickness

I really miss the dad that taught me how to ride a bike and took my to the park. Anyways I'm in grade 11 now , My mom runs a fashion line , but went into depression after the divorce. She's better now but we lost a lot due to the break she took from her job.

She was always there for me and still is. I had one other living grandparent she didn't want to have anything to do with my family for reasons we could not understand. About two years ago she had a heart attack and wanted to see us, so my parents dropped everything they had going on and drove to Nevada to see her. We stayed in contact with her until we went to visit her for the last time. She had a stroke and wanted to see my dad before she died, so we cancelled what we had going on and drove to see her. The night we arrived in Reno to see my grandmother she died. I learned how my parents will do anything for family and that we have to be there for eachother no matter what. No matter how bad we mess up family will always be there for you in the end. And that is all that

That is one important change in my life without him. He has helped me by helping my mom more than I ever could. Which lead me to have more time to discover who I was and what I wanted to do in this world. I want to become an elementary school teacher and continue to gain my PhD to work in administration to help all children like I wished my school could have done for me. My father jumped right into action in my family to support each and every one of us so we could all be happy and not struggle anymore. He works six days a week, from sunrise to sunset to support our family. Even when he is not at work, he is at home tinkering with little things so nothing is left broken. He helps my mom's side of the family with car or house troubles. He literally can not sit and do nothing. He is a dedicated man and kind-hearted and because of his mistake, I am terrified I might lose

He was one hilarious guy. He had so many stories to tell and I loved every single one of them. He would do anything for his grandkids. He loved us so much and I really wish I would have appreciated his love. He would do anything for me. From small things like getting me donuts in the morning, getting into the pool with me when no one else would, to having a heart to heart conversation because he was the only one who understood me. My sister always hated me (she actually still does), my parents always yelled at me, but my papa was always the person I would cry to because he hardly yelled at me. He would yell at me for the stupidest stuff. For example I always filled a bowl with whipped cream and ate it, he thought it was so gross and unhealthy but it was the only way I would get some kind of milk into my body. My papa was my go to person. I didn’t always appreciate what he said at the time he said it but looking back I appreciate every little thing he told me. His dream is for all six of his grandkids to go to college, and all six of us plan to have his dream come true.