Personal Narrative: My Little My Life

I wasn’t there to see my siblings being born, but I was there when I got to visit them, and when my mom was pregnant, but wasn’t there for their birth. They aren’t twins, they are 4 years apart, if there was any confusion. When my nine year old sister was born, we were living in the state known as Texas. We only got to see her for a few minutes before we had to leave. When my mom was pregnant, I couldn’t wait to be a big sister, and that was a mistake, (she scares me). When my mom was pregnant with my five year brother, I was the one to know first, and she didn't tell us what gender, I just knew, she kept denying it, but I was the one who had that feeling that he was there, she never told me she was pregnant and I knew

When I was 3 years old my mother and father got divorced. My father was abusive due to drugs and my mother couldn't handle it anymore. After my parents got divorced my sister Julie and I saw my father every other weekend. My father got more into drugs after the divorce and my sister and I didn’t get to see him much. When I was 7 years old my father got put in jail. Since my sister and I were only children we didn't understand why our father left. Our father was in and out of county jail during our life D.U.I’s, starting fights with people, hitting my mother. We didn’t know much about what our father did because he didn’t want us to know because we were too young. But my father was sentenced about 30 days in county jail. My sister and I missed

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

I cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with

It was June 16th, 2008 and I was home with my grandma and my mom and dad came home. With a face that I have never seen before. My mom brought a baby boy named Zack. I heard my mom and dad talking about how my mom had to quit her job because she couldn’t put me in day care cause the weren’t taking care of me, and she had to take care of zack so she decided to quit her job to take care of us. Also heard my mom and dad in our small kitchen about not having space for Zachary. They had a conclusion we were going to move.

Being only a couple months old my mom and dad split up, due to the fact the my dad was hitting my mom. My dad went to jail and when he got out and went back to the house there was only a chair and a table in the house. When I was one my dad brought Jennifer Rickey home to the house along with all four of her children. She is still my step mom to this day. I get along with her really good, I can tell her everything. I tell her everything that I won’t even tell my mom. Sometimes it’s hard that my dad took better care of her children than he ever did his own. He has two other children, Donny and Michael, with a lady named Vicki that he was married to before he was with my mom. Michael wants nothing to do with my dad or even me. I don’t understand why he doesn 't want anything to do with me. I feel like he thinks that our dad is actually a father to me, but wasn 't for him in all honesty he wasn’t he was in and out of jail and never paying the

There are a lot of things that shape a person, A loss, A gain, or maybe a quest they undertook. Now I’m not talking about a quest to save the world like you might read in books, or watch in a movie. I’m talking about a goal you might strive to achieve or something you want to accomplish to learn more about not only yourself, but the people who surround you or the community you might live in. This is my quest, a quest that took me years to understand, but one that defines me as a person. A quest that showed me how to express my opinions, and to let others do the same.

It was the last day of school and I was so excited for summer. I was going to do all kinds of stuff and go out of the state. In reality I was going for one of my worst summer ever. All I was going to do is travel most of the time. It was going to be the most boring summer ever.

Watching her coffin sink into the abyss beneath my feet sent me into hysterics. Tears streamed down my face like a ferocious river escaping a dam. I’d come to the realization that I had never lived my life without her. What would I do? It is obvious to me now that I inadvertently disrupted the entire service with my loud sobbing, but in that moment of time, it was the only thing I could do.

I was scared. No, I was more than scared. Terrified maybe. As I looked out the window in my two bedroom house, I could see a van in my driveway. It was completely dark, I was supposed to be sleeping, but of course, I was not. My mom was at work. I started pacing around, thinking of what my mother said to do if there ever was an intruder. However, I still couldn’t remember, I guess I was too busy with my pacing.

Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird swooped down, landing in the soft snow. It was mid-December and the cool crisp air blew into my back, sending shivers down my spine. The hair on the back on my neck stood up as I blew into my ice-cold hands. This December was much colder than before. It got colder faster this year than it had any other year. My scarf wrapped tightly around my neck while my hands were buried in my pockets. My legs were shaking as I headed down the street.

My dad left my mom the responsibility of two very young girls. That has probably been the biggest impact on my life, because everyone tells me they are a daddy's girl and their dad bought them this and that. My dad was in and out of jail while he was gone. Then when I was eight everything sorta changed my dad called us and got in contact. We didn't live with them or go over at all but he would always come to visit me. Months passed and we were going there every other weekend. Things were going really good for us, my mom and dad were getting along and stopped arguing, my dad had remarried and so had my mom. We were all a big happy family, or so we thought… Things started to get bad again and my parents got into a big fight, things were said, things were done, and no one had gotten over it. Now again my dad is gone. No calls. No message. He just does not care i guess by this time he has two kids and does not need his three others. You could only imagine how heartbroken and torn “daddy’s little girl” could be at this

When my mom went to court, she was taking him so my dad can give his rights to my step-dad. The reason she decided for him to be on my birth certificate was because he did care about us, he wanted the best for us, and he was better than my birth dad. My dad wouldn’t pay child support because he cared more about him using the money and because of his wife. So when my dad got the letter about this was going to happen, at first he was mad and didn’t want to sign the paper and didn’t think this was a good idea. Less than 3 weeks the process was over. I remember when my mom asked us if we wanted this process of adoption to happen or if we wanted everything to stay the same with the visitation with my dad. But me and my brother said that we would go with adoption and we did.

My parents have been divorced since I was a kid and they have their own separate lives and families. It was only me and my older brother until one day when I was 15 we learned that we were going to have a little sister. My Father and his girlfriend ended up having a girl, Alicia, named after my late Grandmother. They lived together for a short while until they ended up having many issues from financial to legal issues, like getting kicked out of their house, and broke up. They were uncertain about who would take Alicia and tried passing off a baby to their friends for short times then to other friends and then family. They did not want to give Alicia to her Grandmother because her and her Mother always fought about everything. But they finally allowed Alicia's grandparents to take her. She was only supposed to stay there for a short time but one thing led to another and now her parents have supervised visits. They have separate times and can only see Alicia on Sundays. Her grandparents, Deborah and John, have taken care of her for 4 years now by giving her everything she needs.

Think of your favorite thing in the world to do. Something that defines you. Something that you can only experience from your eyes. For me it is soccer, and through that came a rite of passage that will be with me forever.