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Personal Narrative: My Uncle With Alcohol

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I was surrounded by alcohol, even before I was born. One night, many years ago, my father walked down a pathway with my uncle in Merida, Yucatan, Mexico. They were on their way home, when my uncle, Jose, saw a drunkard and turned to my dad.
He mentioned, “I am never going to become that.” It is kind of ironic because that is what he became until his death on December 21, 2015 at five o’clock in the morning. I have many stories that can go on forever that talk about my uncle and alcohol. It seemed that they were married to each other. Throughout my life, every time I would visit him and his family, I would have to climb a mountain of stairs to knock on their door. He was married to my aunt, Dulce, and had two kids, the oldest, Axel, and the …show more content…

He was goofy as a clown , but had to be a rock when talking to my cousins. With them, it was all about school, money, work, and other serious topics. On the other hand, I was his escape. I was the one that he was able to let his guard down and be goofy without anyone calling him out or getting mad at him. That changed completely. Everytime he would come over, his breath always smelled like alcohol and it meant that he was intoxicated. I didn't feel secure anymore and I usually did. It wasn’t sunshine and rainbows anymore, but more like vinegar and water. They don’t mix well together and that is how I felt. I couldn’t look at him in the eyes anymore, the hugs always seemed half-hearted, and the conversation would just die fast. At some moment, I realized that he wasn’t the same person anymore, but I still loved him. To me, he was like another father and nothing can ever replace that feeling I had towards him.
As time passed, the more I understood his actions. I became more aware about the situation at hand, because my parents would always argue about it. As I grew older,something changed, even if I did not expect them or wanted them to happen. I moved to two different houses, until I resided where I currently live: 104st and Prairie. Out of 4 grandparents, three of them had passed away, and I never met them in person. They died by natural causes, but can you really expect someone’s death when they are in their early

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