Personal Narrative: My Daughter

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.

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 remember when I decided to exclusively pump for my son. I had struggled with nursing him in the three weeks since he’d been born, and we’d been going to the doctor every few days for a weight check, because he still wasn’t back up to his birth weight.

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.

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.

As I approach the house, looking out the bay window is Baby Girl E, she has that look in her eyes of “who is this?” I smile and wave to her, I can tell she has her mind connecting me to a different place and it is not her home. Mommy J answers the door and says to Baby Girl E. “Look who is here, Miss Annette!” Baby Girl E is being shy. Mommy J and I catch up with everything and start the interview as Baby Girl E is reacquainting herself with me.

My mom, Alicel, was ten when she first moved to the United States. She is the youngest of nine siblings, most of which already lived in America. Alicel always visited her older siblings a couple times a year with a visa, which gave her six months to stay in the u.s legally. By the time she was 15 she was fluent in English and already familiar with American customs. She had been visiting America for 11 years before moving there permanently at the age of 21.

Coming from a family of four and living with only my mother has been very difficult. She has been my only parent figure growing up and I have overcome endless amounts of barriers and hardships. I am the oldest in my family and required to babysit. It is my responsibility to help her out by working with her at her job because she doesn't obtain much money. My mom works at a small cellphone shop where I help her manage inventory, make payments, and solve telephone related problems. I learned how to communicate with customers and gain people skills. It has been rough balancing life at home and at school. I had nobody to look up to and felt alone. Being first generation, I felt as if I was carrying the world's weight on my shoulder. College is

I would never abandon Danielle, she has been with me since pretty much the day I moved here. The way we started was I asked my cousin Lavell who people were on instagram and i followed a bunch of people which one of them happened to be Danielle. That night I checked my phone and noticed that she had liked a large number of my pictures, so i asked Lavell who she was and he told me a little bit about her. The next day, July 4th, Lavell and i was going to go to a get together with his friends and they all had dates while i the new kid had no one to go with. I took a leap of faith and asked her what she was doing and if she would be interested in coming with me even though we didnt know each other. I told her that i lived with Lavell and that if she wanted

My 1st child, I really could have used a Doula.. My husband was deployed in Afghanistan, I was 19 and trusted the doctors way too much... then.. I had never heard of a Doula. Had I known or had one, maybe the unnecessary c-section would have been prevented. My 2nd child, my first unmedicated VBAC, I had chatted with a few doulas however we couldn't afford them and they lived hours from us... I think had I had a Doula with me, my 1st VBAC would've went dreamful... The on-call doctor forced pitocin on me to "hurry me up" even though I was progressing on my own.. she would not let me out of bed and I had horrible back labor. When I needed to push I did, and the nurse shrieked at me to stop and wait for the doctor, but i didn't, i pushed. I was

When I was little, I had a care-free mind; no worries at all. I did get tired of people saying I am too young to know this or how I need to be a little older to see this. I always dreamed of growing up and being an adult. Living on my own and doing what I want. The truth is growing up does suck. You have to pay bills, buy your own food, and drive everywhere. I had three life changing moments in 2016. I graduated high school, went into the military, and started college.

It was December 27th 1997, as the mother looked into her handsome baby’s eyes. A tear ran down her face as she realizes this is the first and last time she sees the baby’s face, the last time she will be able to strokes her baby boys face, the last time she gets to see those eyes open. As she realizes that she won’t be able to watch him take his first steps and hear him say his first words, dress him for his first day of school, never see him grow up into a powerful young man just like his father.

I want to resolve this. I want Jaren to spend time with you. I want you to spend time with Jaren. I want more than anything to not feel I as though we have to appease each

When did doing something “like a girl” mean being weak? When did it become something that even as women, we portray in a negative way?

My son is a software professional with a master's degree in USA (computer Science 2010 to 2012) and he has been working in private sector Texas from last 4+ years. currently he is in Hyderabad for project work for four months and We come from an upper middle class, nuclear family background with traditional values.