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Personal Narrative : My Perfect Life

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Behind my surgically corrected smile, there is another story: a story of pain, suffering, and prosperity. In my earlier years, I had what some may call a perfect life. I had a mother and father who loved me, a sister who adored me, and a 2-story house, with my own playground set, which I found absolutely spectacular. On Molly Sue Lane, some of my greatest memories were formed. I remember my Strawberry Shortcake birthday party in the pool house, playing hide-and-seek when my dad came home, (or when I got in trouble) and putting out milk in an attempt to catch the adorable rabbits that would always find themselves in my backyard. I loved learning, especially since I was homeschooled by my mom. My favorite part was the luxury to wake up …show more content…

Family and friends would catch me on video trying to compose music. I would imagine that my little fingers were creating a masterpiece, when in reality, something near nonsense was escaping the strings through sound vibration. However, when I moved to Bermuda, my piano was left behind. (My mom was offered a job with the Bermuda Government.) Living in Bermuda also offered us family support (all of my mom’s family lived in Bermuda). We moved into my grandmother’s house where we all stayed in one bedroom with one bed. In addition to the new living arrangements, this would also be my first year in traditional schooling. I started the third grade at The Bermuda Institute of Seventh-day Adventists. If you didn’t know me then, you would never believe that I was the quietest person in my class. My version of talking was a whisper. Some may have even thought that I was mute. It was around this time that my mom lost our houses in Georgia. Not only did she loose our houses, but she also struggled to pay my sister’s and my school fees and to make ends meet. Even with financial aid from my school and contributions from my family, we were often put on financial suspension or kept from taking semester exams because we had outstanding balances. Some years we didn’t even start school on time.
Later that year, we moved out of my grandmother’s house and into a rental- my mother’s attempt at giving us a normal life. Of course, paying rent added to the already expensive living costs that

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