Personal Narrative: Her Mother And Father

My interviewee is a second generation immigrant with one parent who was born in El Salvador and the other who has Mexican roots but was born in the United States. For the purposes of confidentiality my interviewee will be addressed as Ana from here on out. In this interview paper I will discuss the experiences that Ana faced growing up in a tri-racial household. I will also evaluate her experiences regarding assimilation to the lectures and reading assigned through out this course.

I have for months been in apprehension that David would volunteer. Yet, joining the Army will be a terrible trial to me. He joined the Washington County Company commanded by Capt.Willet. They are now at Camp Cummings, the Fair ground. David sold his Pistol, got $25 for it, paid some of his little debts and we are preparing shirts with crochet work. He is very serious and deliberate about it, and the poor boy, he will be more so as the hardships thicken upon him. He was anxious to be called in.

For the first parent interview, I interviewed my friend Randy. The interview took place in the living room of my house. His daughter was present but was playing with my sister at the time of the interview. Randy is the father of a toddler girl who is three years old but will turn four soon. Randy was born in 1992, he is not married but is cohabiting with the mother of the child and his parents’ home. In addition, Randy works for a medical supplies company and has only completed high school. Moreover, when he had his first child and only child, he was 21 years old.

Alexus Casidy is out of her teenage years and now twenty, with a whole life ahead. The name Alexus may be a common but, the story of how it was picked, was not. Her father named her after a nurse at a Psychiatric Hospital, that he said was pretty. Not only did he name her after a nurse but, he chose the spelling of the car, Alexus. She grew up with her two younger siblings in Beloit WI, and I am yet to wonder if her sibling’s names have a comical story behind theirs as well. My peer went to high school at Beloit Memorial, graduating in 2015. Where she was an active cheerleading and softball player, also where she met her boyfriend, of three years, Ryan. Most don’t see that she is a mother, student, girlfriend, and employee; holding many different roles in all statuses. Alexus studies at UW Rock County and is undecided with fulfilling her dreams for becoming a children’s nurse or a teacher. Also, is hard-working employee at the factory Prent Corporation in Janesville, WI as an Inspector Packer. Where the money pays for the house her and her boyfriend own, with their one year old, Brooks.

I picked to go along with her story as well as not tell her the truth about her parents dying because I did not have the heart to tell her that her parents died a long time ago. A lot of the other caregivers would do the samething. If I were to follow fidelity and tell her that her parents were dead, her sister died a long time ago and that she was living in a memory care in Dallas she would be even more upset. By going along with what she was saying and not correcting her, the situation would be resolved a lot quicker than if we were to tell her that her parents were dead and she lives in a care community. Not telling them the truth, when they will forget that they asked is a lot easier than telling them.

“We were led into an examining room, where a nurse instructed my mother to remove her shirt and put on a cotton smock with strings that dangled at her sides. When my mother had done so, she climbed onto a padded table with white paper stretched over it. Each time she moved, the room was on fire with the paper ripping and crinkling beneath her. I could see her naked back, the small curve of flesh beneath her waist. She was not going to die. Her naked back seemed proof of that. I was staring at it when the real doctor came into the room and said my mother would be lucky if she lived a year. He explained that they would not attempt to cure her, that she was incurable. There was nothing that could have been done, he told us. Finding it so late was common, when it came to lung cancer,” (Strayed, 11).

Our 9-year-old daughter's third soccer game in her life was this afternoon...all smiles and heart, learning as she goes. Although at the end, the score was a respectable 3-6 loss, the opposing team had a player that could easily play kiddie pro compared to all of the kids on the field; frequently stealing the ball at one end of the field and dribbling it down the entire length to the other end...solo, then shooting on goal..easily 8-10 times in the two quarters in which she played.

As we were walking into a chilly hospital from the freezing pitch dark night. I sat onto a hard uncormtibale wooden seat next to my older sister. For 30 minutes we sat there, then a nurse appeared from nowhere and told us the directions to our moms room. Our dad told us that we could go to our moms room 1st.He then began to walk slowly behind us.

After my mother and I have an argument she usually smiles at me and says, it’s because we’re so much alike that we argue. She reminds me that our lack of communicating often stirs more trouble than why we were arguing. I used to get upset that my mom didn’t set time aside for our family to spend time together or make us eat together at the dinner table. I was upset because I was comparing our family to my friends’ families. I valued those things and assumed my mom didn’t, but I was wrong. My mom had so much on her mind everyday it was breaking her on the inside. Not only had I wanted my mom to be like my friend’s moms, now I had wanted my mom to be different because she was depressed. Bonhoeffer mentions that we desire images of others that we want, but aren’t the true image they bear as Christ’s (pg37-38). At first I was puzzled. How is a good image of mine, not Christ’s image for her? I learned that His image is neither right nor wrong, but simply uniquely divine. My mom could have done those things, but her whole life would have had to be different, and I would never want to change who my mom is.

I am Gloria Castillo writing this letter on behalf of my daughter-in-law Maria Romero who is married to my son Valint Castillo. I have known Maria Romero for over seven years now and I see as my own daughter. I have seen daughter in-law and my son relationship has grown from the first moment I saw them till where that are now. Maria is a caring, smart, loving women that will do anything for my son and he would do anything for her.

So maybe the new generation that my daughter is growing up in is something I have to

An experience that will help me thru my time here has to do with my daughter. Earlier this year I got a call from her mother telling me that my daughter was in the hospital because she wanted to kill herself. She wanted to do this because she was being bullied at school and did want to go to school that day. And if her mom made her she would hurt herself. So her mom took her to the hospital because she was afraid she really would do something to herself and was not just saying it so she would not have to go to school. She had to send a week in a clinic so she could talk about what was going on and why she was there. She told the counselors that she told her teacher about what was happening and she said the teacher told her to not worry about

I woke up to my alarm clock blaring 'Leviathan II' by Parkway Drive, waking me up with a jolt. I looked at the clock, seeing that it was time for me to get up and get Alesana up for school and then get myself to work. I jumped out of bed, walking out of my room and to Ali's room, flipping the light switch on. You see, she's a really light sleeper, taking after me. I quickly walked downstairs to the kitchen, getting out the eggs and bacon, putting a frying pan on the stove and turning it on. I let it get hot while I poured myself some orange juice, taking a few sips out of it. I set it down and got out five strips of bacon, putting the rest away, and laying them in the pan. I got out another pan, putting it on the other burner and cracked an egg in it, wanting to

Hello Mr. and Mrs. Juber is Junior. Sorry that I took some time to reach out, but in a million years I never expected the relationship to end the way it did. I did it agree with what Kate did but I respect her decision. I loved your daughter probably more than I love myself but I guess god has other plans. I just want to thank you both for everything you guys did for me all the love and thank you for every time I went to your house make me feel like family. It meant the world to me. Thank

It is as though she didn’t hear her mother’s allegations against her dad, only the attack. Arlene was ready to pounce, apparently just waiting for the opportunity. “You don’t like being around me either, you only like work. Daddy is my real mommy, always around, and you’re not. You just waited all this time because you wanted to yell at him because you haven’t said anything to me all night. I stayed with you watching TV just to see if you would talk to me but you just sat there, waiting, ready to pick a fight as soon as daddy came back. How can we enjoy this new camper if you won't let us? I thought you would be glad daddy agreed to buy it, so we don’t have to sleep on the ground anymore, and even that didn’t make you happy. You’re never