Personal Narrative: My Dad

So to get into what happened I will start by saying that I was taken away from my mom when I was around six years old and was put into a foster care home where I would live until I was either old enough to leave on my own which would be 18 or until a family or person came and adopted me. At the time I didn’t

Have you ever been through something something that torn you apart and changed the way you saw yourself?Well that something was my parents divorce.It might have only been five years but it feels like forever at other times I feel like it was just yesterday they were together.My second youngest sister Julianna is five that’s how we keep track of how long they’ve been divorced.I have my step-dad now but we’re not well adjusted yet.Julianna refers to him as her dad though.The divorce didn’t involve any insane trama or violence but it tore my heart.We moved a couple of times after the split since we could not have afforded the house on our own.They shared custody of us for about two years I’d go with him and my new step-mom and my sister.My step-moms son lived with them which made it awkward.Suddenly he just stopped no phone calls no letters no well anything.

Although I thought it was weird, my dad was my uncle too, aunt was also step mom and no one knew what my cousins were to me now, nevertheless I was happy for him. My aunt, who did not want to pay any child support to my mother (her sister) convinced my dad to sue for custody. Everyone in my family took sides, either with my mom and Rob or with my father. Now that my families have seperated and fighting among themselves and my father who was my best friend repeatedly verbal abused me, I fell into a depression. Police men, social services and all kinds of other people from the state and county were always at our door interveiwing us and sometimes it almost felt like

The person in the book with whom I identify the most is Philip. My life is not like Philip’s after 9/11 and Wisconsin, but before that time, we have a lot in common. Philip and I live on the east coast. Philip lived in Princeton; whereas, I live in Delaware. My Dad and Mom both graduated from elite colleges. Dad graduated from IIT, Indian Institute of Technology, the best engineering school in India. My Mom graduated from Miranda University, one of the top women’s colleges in India. Joel and Amanda, Philip’s parents, both graduated from Harvard. After I was born, Mom quit her job and became a house mom. She drives me and takes care of me whenever I needed help. This was also true with Amanda as she “… quit her job and poured all her energy

you lived a perfect live, worked hard througout school and been a faithful christian you whole life. you were respectful and grateful as a kid and never took anything for granted. you have worked your whole adult life on being the perfect father and dont think you could have done any better. you read the scripture every day and work extremely hard to provide for our family. you never yell or raise you voice and always keep your cool. you manage to bring scripture into punishing us. you struggled early on in your marraige just to put aside money to put us through college. i have done nothing to deserve it. you have been the perfect husband to mom. never fighting and always compromising to make her feel like she should feel. you are so

My father is profoundly wise in the topic of athletics. He knows more ways to get stronger, faster, or even more flexible than anyone I have ever encountered. Putting this knowledge with my determination, we made a rigorous workout plan that we would do at home every single night. One note to make, is that my dad was not forcing me to do these workouts in any way. He asked me if I still wanted soccer to be as exhilarating as it was when I was younger, then I needed to put the time in to my craft every day. Soccer is in my blood, and I was not ready to give it up yet. The workouts were composed of mile runs on the treadmill, medicine ball exercises, and leg strengthening drills. After the preliminary week of this aspiring effort to to achieve

It was a normal day Brayden, Seth and I just got done with basketball practice. We were wondering if we had plans for the remainder of the day.

My step dad has always been weird about how me and my mom get along. Everytime we bond he gets so mad and it is not healthy. He is always trying to put us against each other, trying to make my mom seem like the bad person when I get in trouble or making me look bad infront of my mom. Saying things like my mom being the one who influences him on getting me in trouble or that I am being rude to him and he lies his way into trying to convince us. He invents his own lies and lives in them himself. One day my parents got into an intense argument that led my step dad to kick my mom and I out of the house. At that moment I did not have time to be a child, instead I stood by her and helped her refocus. That morning I had a tie dye shirt drying in the

The past two days there has been a lot going on, so I’m going to combine them into one entry.

Daddy was a preacher man. Every Sunday of the month he would go to a different small

Have you ever seen a car that you loved so much, and you just had to have it, and you could just die? Well calm down. This is the story of how i got my car.

It is obvious that life is not easy and every normal person faces events that they struggle with. One huge event changed everything at such a young age and the effects of one major decision will forever impact my life. When I was only two years old, my parents decided to divorce because they were not compatible for one another. With myself being so young at the time, I did not comprehend what was happening until I grew up more but, little did I know my life would change so much. About a year after my parent’s divorce, they both got remarried and I had a step mom and step dad. Since I was so young I considered both to be another set of parents to me. My step mom had another daughter who I got to grow up with. We always have gotten along and even now we are very close. My

When I was fourteen I started making excuses to stay with my grandma as much as I could, whether it would be joining clubs, working football games, or just that I wanted to see her. I hated living with my mom and step father. He would go into a drunken rage and I was always his target for bullying so my grandma would gladly take me in. She would hold me when I wanted to break down and cry from the way he would treat me and promised that she would help me in anyway possible. Times that my step father would say something demeaning and hurtful towards me she would be right there to pick up the pieces and put him into his place. She took me in shortly after.

A few months before i was born i went through my first struggle. My dad left his wife and my sister to be with me and my mom. This caused my sister to blame me for her never having a dad and our relationship will never be as strong as it could be if that didn't happen. My next struggle which i don't remember but know it did happen. My mom and dad split up. My mom took me and my other sister to live

Venezuela is just another chapter in my on going book. I was born in Tamaulipas, Mexico my home country and got moved 3 months later to New Orleans. It was uncommon for a mexican family to move so constantly all over the world, we are known to migrate to US or not migrate at all. I don’t remember New Orleans so I regarded to my next move, Colombia as my home. Colombia was everything a 4 year old wanted, friends, close to family, wonderful house and most importantly the school was accepting to others. I felt as if I belonged, I even sang the national anthem with pride, because it was my country. I knew Colombia inside out, I knew the language, culture, food, education which gave me comfort because for a long time I felt ordinary like any