Personal Narrative: My Mom Changed My Life

Becoming a mother changed my life in a very profound way. Due to my own upbringing, I was

What is your story? What kind of challenges did you overcome? There are things that happened to me that not many people really know about, I was abused by my older sister when I was a young child. But that didn’t make me a bad person, it made me a better one. I treat people with respect and kindness, I help my family with the things they need, and I take care of my brother. I still always make time for myself, to draw, to write, for anything really. But I wouldn’t be the same person I am today if these things didn’t happen.

As she walked away with the check and cash the phone buzzed, reading the message he smiled. Looking at her she didn't come across as someone sick, though you could never tell just by looking if someone was terminally ill. Often it was something inside, that ate away, only apparent at the end. A finger on his lips as he watched her open up the antique cash register and count out his change, which he did not want. For a moment he wondered, could he do it? Would it be worth it? She wasn't gorgeous, women like that only plan their own demise in the movies. No one in real life does it, and a gorgeous woman that a man instantly falls in love with, no one would do it. Or a madman.

I come from a fairly average family. Fortunately, I reside in a suburb of Round Rock in a fairly wealthy neighborhood. Both of my parents have college degress with my father having graduated from A&M Corpus Christi and mother from UT Austin. They are employed and have well-paying jobs and are able to provide a great deal of things to me. From this, I have had not to sustain any job aside of just doing my one job: performing well academically. While my life may not seem extraordinary by any stretch of the imagination, it is the one person in my life who has helped me have such privileges, my mother.

According to, The University of La Verne fifty percent of all college students go in to careers that does not fit their degree chose. Though the numbers may have been different from when my mother went to college, but people have been changing their minds about their future since the beginning.

This all started when my mom started telling me about how hard her life was and that I had it easy. Well I didn’t exactly agree with that statement so I said something. I stated that she wouldn’t last a single day in my shoes so that is where she got mad and went to her bedroom.

She would try to get lost. It was the eighties and we had no cell phones or GPS. But, we had a car, and she said we were free with a car. She drove down all the little roads, but we were never really lost because we were never really scared and all roads lead somewhere.

The worker contacted Joetta Rhone who is the mother of Kelly Rhone and maternal grandmother of her children. Mrs. Rhone stated “I’m shocked at the allegations pointed at Kelly I have seven grandchildren all together and they’re all active in the church. I see Alaina and Markel at least three times a week especially on Wednesdays when we have church. We I see the children there always clean neat and well groomed. I’ve never seen any mark or bruises on the children and I don’t have any concerns for their safety living with Kelly. Kelly is a good mother she doesn’t drink or do drugs in fact I admire the way she parents her children because she a young mother she had Alaina while she was still a senior in high school and I’m proud of her for continuing

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.

Finally, what my mom taught me. My mom taught me how to respect you're older. My mom believe is that god will take care of you and is always watching you and when you get scare to pray and will make it go away that was my mother believe. Seen i was little i would get nightmare and wake up my sister and ask her to pray with me she would never say no she look at me and pray together till this day because my mom work all night. She also show us that speaking two language is good because you would have more opportunities to get a job. For us cinco de mayo and los tres reyes we have to come all together and eat no one allow to leave that family time. I'm not really use to eating American food because my mom always make mexican food when she come

Every day, about 1,500 Americans are expected to die from cancer. Cancer is a disease in which cells divide uncontrollably, destroying vital body tissue. Most people are no stranger to the effects cancer can have on those close to them. I am most certainly no exception. In 2004, Lauren, a 10 year old girl, died from cancer. My mom used to work for her mom, so she was close with Lauren. Before she got sick, Lauren was much like any average girl. She enjoyed doing soccer, Girl Scouts, and loved to play with American Girl dolls. In many ways, she was just like me.

I began my life conditioned to understand the meaning of various psychological disorders. My mom, whom is a therapist, turned herself over the AA recovery program when she was 22 years old – and naturally expressed her knowledge with me. My familiarity with conditions and their dysfunctions led to a catastrophic personal exhalation and the unmanageability of my life. A number of traumatic experiences toppled with insecurity and arrogance made me weak in this challenging world.

Deep blue water surrounding all around me. My lungs were filling up with water when this lady grabbed me out of the lake. As i'm gasping for air i see my nine month pregnant mom

My mom was one of those who defied the ban by enrolling me as one of girl’s few paying students. I recall her indignant mother coming to our house to get Mom to cooperate with the family’s unforgiving crusade to “teach our daughter a lesson.”

One day in the year of 2017 I've cut because I felt that I wasn't getting loved by my family and that no one would listen to me when I wanted to say things. I’ve cut and I tried to hide it from everyone but one day my mom asked me to get her juice, so I got up and I gave it to her, but she saw my arm and she said “what is that” I was quite and walked away. My mom loved me so much that she told my step dad and we went to get lunch with my sister. We were sitting in the car waiting for my dad's truck to be fixed and he said “so why are you doing that stuff.” I started crying and I told them all my feelings and why I was cutting, suddenly my mom starts to cry and my dad was talking to me still, am watching my mom cry when I started to realize