Personal Narrative: My Mom And Appy

After my Dad’s hunt for a job, he finally found one that would work for our family in Texas. Comfort was now with us, but the scary journey continued. My Mom trying to sell the house, Dad traveling from Texas and back to Illinois every other weekend, and my sisters and I going to school. Going through every room, putting everything into boxes, saying goodbye to all my little sister and I had ever known to be a home. Hugging my only and best friend for the last time. Then, there was the temporary housing, with small rooms. For a month, only one bedroom for all 4 of us. There was also the long ride to our new home. I can remember my sister and I looking out the car window with our eyes filled with excitement. Our wonder

I was watching TV at home like any other day when my phone rang. It was my friend calling to ask me if I wanted to go on a vacation to Dog Island. My mom said” I can go if I want to”, so I said” yes”. It was still a while before we left but, my mom made me pack anyway. I knew it would be one the best weeks ever.

It was the afternoon, i was in my room playing a game on my phone. Then all a sudden my mom opened the door and said “ We're going camping with your cousins, uncle, and Your aunt.

I have been through a lot lately during my life journey. Once, I was separated from mom and Adalbert, torture was the last word called. I arrived at the Auschwitz-II concentration camp in Poland. What happened next was like a nightmare. There was a SS soldier (Nazi Soldier) who lined us in a straight line. With a wave of his glove, he decided who should live and who should die. Luckily, my group and I were sent to the right, we were still not determined to death. My group and I were locked up for six days without food or water and did not have enough air to breathe in. Next we were sent to change, we were actually being fooled, we were all undressed, naked. SS soldiers, were laughing at us.

I believe, without my mother's independence and the way she raised me, I would not be applying to Queens today. I have had my share of ups although I've also had plenty of downs. I have two older sisters and a younger brother. My oldest sister chose a different path when she had the opportunity to choose a more successful path. She moved out at the age of 16 to flew across the country to live off of my grandpa's income. She dropped out of college, barely a semester in, with student loan debt. She could have been a multi-sport collegiate athlete on scholarship. I look at her and see what could happen if I don't make the right choices and take advantage of my opportunities. My second oldest sister made most of the right choices, and I look at her and see how successful I could become.

“Ahhhh!” I exclaimed. It was Tuesday morning and I woke up with relief, having finished my homework at 5:00 p.m. Also, there was just a couple weeks left until my school was off for Spring Break and I would go to California with my parents, two sisters, and cousins. Of course I was excited for this trip, wouldn’t you? Anyways, the day seemed as normal as any other day would be, but oh, how wrong I was!

I created this memory book for us to share and look at our memories throughout our life together.Not only have we shared a lot of memories together,we have had many laughs and shared many tears.You have done a lot for me including flying half way across the world to get me. I thought the least I could do is write about the three most memorable moments I remember. I will always have other memories too. Dancing in the family room to garth brooks wrapped up in you. Watching movies together or our favorite tv shows. Getting in those little fights over something stupid. Not only have you taught me things like how to walk,talk,dance,sing but you have taught me how to get back up being knocked down again and again. Thank you.

We got back to the campers that we were staying up north for the weekend and I told my parents. They actually didn’t act as bad as I thought they would. “Is everyone okay?” my parents asked as I told them what happened.

I have been raised in two different worlds. My mom made some choices that affected her life in good ways but it also lead to many struggles when she was a teenager. My mom had my sister, Nevaeh, and I at a very young age. She had played both parent roles for about 11 years of our life and we couldn’t ask for a better mom. She struggled raising two babies on her own, but when times got hard, she always had that angel helping her right back up.

As usual the hallway of Stafford Middle resembled an obstacle course. Hundreds of kids filled the highway, bookbags and other personal items were placed at the random and open lockers spewed their contents onto the floor. Evin quickly slipped through the gaps and open spaces. A normal kid may not have been able to fit through, but as Evin was tall and lean she easily fit through.

Then my mom meet my stepdad and my little sister was born I couldnt live with them I didnt want to accept that my mom had gotten remarried and had, had another child I was the baby. That was when I grew an even bigger bond with my grandfather and everything was perfect again. Until I lost the man that I loved the most at 12 years old I felt so betrayed because he was more than my grandfather/dad he was the person I loved most in this world he was my hero and he just left me. That was when my uncles started paying close attention they were always asking me how I was feeling an taking me out to make sure I was happy. I adjusted to not seeing my grandfather I was learning to live again when my grandmother was diagnosed with throat cancer I was 15 only 3 years older than when my grandfather had passed away so it destroyed me yet again it seemed as if everyone I loved was punished for loving me back and I hated

I interviewed my mother. Although my first initiative was to interview someone one else, circumstances changed my original plan. Which in turn, allowed me to have a personable conversation with my mother. My mom is fifty four years old. She had her first child at sixteen and her last at twenty seven. Overall, she has six children in total. Having a baby during adolescences is difficult for anyone. Actually having to sit down and converse about my mother’s past experiences as a parent, was difficult for her. She chose to reminisce about her experiences with her second child. I am going to take you on a journey between a mother and her son.

My life is very common with the story I tracked my phone my dad’s phone my mom’s phone and my sisters phone. Some of the story is very similar and some of it is not similar at all.

I put on my worn jean shorts and my favorite blue sparkly shirt. However, the minute I walked down the stairs my stomach began to feel queasy and my eyes began to water, today was the day we were moving. I walked outside and was greeted by some of my best friends from preschool and we spent the day eating barbecue and playing my favorite games, tag, and hide-and-seek. At five o'clock, I hopped in my car seat and drove to what my mom said was a hotel, but I thought was a castle, to sleep over in with my best friend Claudia Larson. We jumped on the beds and sang songs with our siblings until eight when we had to go to bed and say goodbye.

As I rose up the next morning, I had a sense of dread. Only 9 days until school would begin. Better make the most of these days. With that, I sprung out of bed, got ready to go outside, and I bolted out of my room. I jumped down the stairs, wrote a note to Mom and Dad, and I swept out of the house.