Personal Narrative: My First Time I Moved To Iowa

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

4,097 people. That was the population of Centralia Missouri in 2011. Moving had never been an issue for me, when your dad is in the military you get used to it. This time it was different than any other time. My parents were divorcing and my mom was forcing me to move to a town with only 4,097 people opposed to my home in Virginia with 225,401 people.

On October 5, 2010, my mom made the permanent decision to move to Iowa from Indiana. I was very nervous. I knew I had to switch schools, I had spent three years at that school getting to know everyone and getting used to the school, but now it was time to leave not only the school but also the state. While on the road, I couldn’t concentrate. We’ve been to Iowa numerous times so I knew the drive quite well. I ended up going to sleep by worrying myself so much.

Moving from the South to the Midwest was a huge change in my life. For my whole life I grew up to the southern hospitality and the tang of salt in the air since the beach was always less than 5 minutes away wherever I lived. Now I moved to a place where they flip you off to say hi, and the closest thing to an ocean is a sea of grass that seems to go on forever. Although I am now adapted to the change for the most part, it took me awhile to break in to the social norms of an average Midwest kids.

i was scared but he looked me in the eyes and it was the first time he had been OK with me . He didn’t say two words I always think about the days when my father would drink and hit my mom and i would wake up and get scared and scream and he would hit me to …… Andy was thee only person who knew of this .I went upstairs and ran a hot bath i sat in my bath and turned on my CD player i had gotten from my mother for Christmas i loved my mother she was a beautiful and intelligent women. She was strong and strict i envied her .I played the CD That i had got from the club the night of my birthday when Andy and i first danced together.I closed my eyes and tears fell down my slender cheeks I felt like i wasn’t breathing but i definitley was . i grabbed my scrubby and washed my feet i heard Andy's voice “whenever you are ready i mean i would never pressure you sweetie” he made me shiver Andy was 5Ft tall with dark hair and blue eyes he was thin and he was “Cool” but cool because of something he was apart of that killed him and destroyed my personality .I don’t even like waking up in the morning i feel like

I remember that i was five and my parents decided it was time for a change. They had decided that we were moving to Indiana with my dads family. They told use it was going to be a good change for all of us. My three brothers Jose, Monico,Luis and I didn't want to move. But since we were kids we had too. The hole way their i was crying,because i didn't want to leave. I was going to miss my family and the church people.

I didn’t live with my parents. I lived with my uncle…and my aunt, my mom’s sister. They were the ones that gave me everything that they could, education, everything. I did miss my parents…[my uncle] has been really wonderful to me. To have him as a father because he always talked to me. He saw me as his daughter in front of his other kids….He never introduced me as his niece and ‘til now he has cried with me about my sadness and my emotions…[It’s] a sad story because my father separated from my mother. My mom tells me that I was about a couple of months, then they

While I was packing my bags to set off on my second biggest adventure, coming to Iowa State being my first, I was feeling nothing short of ecstatic. Yes, I may have had to step out of my comfort zone of being around in a familiarized area within Ames or being around my best friends at ISU, but I was ready to explore new lands and make new friends. And the next four and a half months in London proved to be exactly what I had in mind.

I hear the creak of the door as he walks out of the house. The crunch, as his boots stepped on the piles of snow, sent a shiver up my back. As he gets into his off-colored white car, he waves to us as if it is the last time he might get to see us. When he starts to drive away, I hear the click, click, click, as his car zooms away. We go back inside and my mom burst into tears. The tears fall down her face one by one until she manages to calm herself. My dad left. For how long? We had no idea.

When I was 9, I lived in Texas. One sunny day my sisters and I were sitting in side because we just came back from fishing and we has gotten three big catfish because the huge lake was behind our house after you cross the railroad. Later that day this car arrived at our house, and a woman and a man came to the door and gave my dad a paper and he read it all i remembered was that that he started crying and then he told all three of us to go with them, so we arrived at this huge building and they took us inside they questioned us and then took all of us to different rooms. They got all of us to different rooms. They got all of us two pairs of clothes and a pair of shoes. They called my mom and I hadn’t seen her in two years and they told her that if she didn’t come get us at a certain time we would go to a foster

THIS CAR RIDE WASN’T WORTH IT. There is no way my grandpa is going anywhere near the speed limit but thirty miles per hour slower. That car ride was taking FOREVER. My grandpa and grandma only play the Christian station and wouldn’t even think about kids bop or Disney. Instead of my mom and dad coming home, we only got to visit them for a bit which was a weird vacation to me. My sister and I were two tic tac toe games from jumping out of the window. When we finally got to the city my Grandma pulled me aside and told me to not be too loud, not to expect dad to talk much, and that he is going to look different but still the same. I didn’t understand what she meant but all I craved was to be reunited with them again. We walked in the soaring building and went into one my favorite rides, the elevator. I clicked a bunch of buttons just to see the lights spark up. I only got a few before my grandpa scolded me not to. The sweet ding filled my ears and the doors separated. MOM! I saw her and took off in a sprint before anyone could hold me back. She walked into a room and I took a sharp turn to follow. When I slid in, I went straight for her and hugged her legs. Her eyes lit up and she picked me up. I missed the way she smelled. Her silky hair was everywhere in my face but I loved it all the same. I hugged her so tight I closed my eyes and squeezed hoping our embrace would bond us into one and I would never have to leave her again. When I opened my eyes I saw my dad in a

On a fateful Fourth of July in 2014 I was sure my future life would reside in Chicago, Illinois. That city was a major part in my past and I would like it to be apart of my future too. The aesthetic beauty of it made me love the place.

The next day, we were going to Ontario, but my dad wasn’t going to come, for some unknown reason. We went to the airport, while my mom slowly wiped tears streaming down her face before anyone could notice them. When we arrived in Ontario, Canada we were greeted by our cousins who we hadn’t seen for nearly a year. They hugged us, and cried for a while, and then they took us to their house. When we got there, we called our dad to inform him that we had arrived, but he never picked up. We called him again, but he didn’t pick up the call. We called him about five times, but he didn’t answer the call. When we called him later that day, the phone got disconnected. I wiped a tear from my eyes,

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.

I could remember looking the man in his eyes telling him I hated him. I could smell a faint scent of men’s cologne and weed in the air and then being only 3 it happen it set in my mind. He hit her,he hit my mom and I watched and I stood there, because in all honesty what was i supposed to do. The tall dark man loomed over me as I sat on the floor and looked at him threw my long eyelashes. I always looked at him with all the love and desire in my eyes that’s when i realized even if I wanted to i couldn’t hate this man, the one I call Dad he was damaging and destructive the one who broke the family the one who took the love when he left.