Personal Narrative: My Son's Words

My interviewee is a second generation immigrant with one parent who was born in El Salvador and the other who has Mexican roots but was born in the United States. For the purposes of confidentiality my interviewee will be addressed as Ana from here on out. In this interview paper I will discuss the experiences that Ana faced growing up in a tri-racial household. I will also evaluate her experiences regarding assimilation to the lectures and reading assigned through out this course.

He specifically said during his closing statement that it was unfortunate that things were happening with my son's sports program that has taken me to this (looking into online programs), but I was looking for alternatives and that was all I could do right now. He thanked me and I thanked him for taking so much time to explain everything in detail. He said, "Thank you, it was my pleasure. You have a great weekend." He said goodbye and I did the same, call ended.

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

Son dad is going to be gone for a while, so there are a few things that I always want to do while I'm gone.Make sure you finish your math and science homework when you have it.Please study for all test.Remember when you asked if I was going to be able to communicate with the Chinese people we have a translator that will help us communicate with them. Be respectful to others even if they disrespect you.If I don’t come back you will be mad/sad , but just keep me inside every minute of the day.If you are reading this now just remember you're in my heart.I know when my shuttle took fired up and took off that all you were thinking was please let this mission hurry up and be over.Do me a favor and help your mom with whatever they ask.

Growing up as a kid, I had a hard time focusing and staying still. I was fidgety and procrastinated everything till the last minute. Chores, homework, you name it, if it could wait until later, I’d being doing it later. I learned this terrible habit from watching my dad put off cleaning out our garage for the last 19 years of my life. So when I think of reading an entire book or having to write a paper, I immediately get a little anxiety knowing I won’t attack it piece by piece like I should. Pair this with a restless kid with an attention span of a rock and you can understand why I chose to play sports and video games instead of reading. That was until I found my first good book.

Emilie Buchwald once said, “Children are made readers on the laps of their parents.” This quote means to me that children learn reading from their parents. People read every day-- from newspapers, blogs, or Facebook posts, to traffic signs. Most people read for escape, entertainment, and instruction. As I consider my reading experiences, I realize they represent the journey I have traveled, leading me to my current academic path.

I am Gloria Castillo writing this letter on behalf of my daughter-in-law Maria Romero who is married to my son Valint Castillo. I have known Maria Romero for over seven years now and I see as my own daughter. I have seen daughter in-law and my son relationship has grown from the first moment I saw them till where that are now. Maria is a caring, smart, loving women that will do anything for my son and he would do anything for her.

What is college for me? To tell you the truth, college is a door a better future. College will help me provide an example for the most valuable person in my life, my son. It will help me get a good job, purchase my home, and provide a better future for my family. I know that this door needs a key and the key is dedication, but I’m willing to work hard and learn as much as possible to become a successful person. This will prove to my son that everything is possible in life.

My son is a software professional with a master's degree in USA (computer Science 2010 to 2012) and he has been working in private sector Texas from last 4+ years. currently he is in Hyderabad for project work for four months and We come from an upper middle class, nuclear family background with traditional values.

One thing that was important to me as kid was Halloween. As a kid dressing up as scary characters and getting candy from like 5pm to around 9/10pm. Running around with my parents and saying trick or treat was a blast.Also seeing the older kids egging other people's houses.Sometimes the other kids would scar me with what they had on. While I was getting older I started getting less interesting in the dressing up part. I really just wanted the candy, but in order to get the candy I had to dress up. 2013 was my last time dressing up for Halloween. Now i just buy my candy at the store and get some of it from my sisters. This year I plan on going with my friends that go to Mundy's Mill high.

Parents are the embodiment of child development and identity. They are the background of their progeny, a reality some may find difficult to accept. I was once amongst those individuals, struggling to accept the different clothes and cultural differences which set me apart from the rest of the class. My mother’s silk headscarves, flower-shaped nose piercing, and tan skin was enough to capture my classmates’ attention without any effort to hide their discrimination. As heads turned and whispers spread, no one bothered to recognize the maternal love she held as she surprised me with pizza during lunches and watched over me on my adventurous field trips.

Dear Son, I just want you to know that. I’m going to space and that I’m going to be ok. When I get to space I am going to take a lot of pictures. I know that Aunt, Lisa and Timothy is going to watch you when I’m gone. I hope you have fun without me. Cause I won’t be back until two weeks are over. When you feel like you miss me look at this message. And if you need something call N.A.S.A. “Jason you better take care of mom and brother”. “We don’t want anything to happened to them”. “Be good Jason stay awesome”.

Two years ago there was a knock at my door. I remember I had cookies baking when they came. When I opened the door there were two men in uniforms and before they even spoke a word, I knew they had come to tell me my son was dead.

A person I know very well would have to be my oldest son Bradley, who is autistic. The reason I chose to write about him is simple, I know every detail about him. From everything he eats and drinks right down to his bowel movements. I know everything there is to know about him, I have to, not only for me, but for doctors, specialists, therapists, and even for those who follow his story and study the disorder. Bradley is seven going on eight, he has a limited vocabulary. He is able to express most of his wants and needs but has trouble with communicating all of them sometimes causing meltdowns. His meltdowns usually consist of him smacking himself across his cheek with his open hand, jumping, stomping his feet, and even screaming at times, depending on how upset he is. He use to get