Personal Narrative: The Mother Of One

The family being interviewed are in a two-parent household. Included, is the mother, C.A.P. age 36, the father, N.I.P. age 40, and the son, C.L.P. age 7. C.A.P. got married to N.I.P. nine years ago. Shortly after, C.A.P. became pregnant with C.L.P.. Previous to moving to Northern Minnesota, they lived in Mid-Western Minnesota. When living there, N.I.P. worked two hours away while his wife, C.A.P. worked in their hometown. Eventually, the couple decided to move north because N.I.P. got a job offer. Now his commute is less than fifteen minutes from home. C.A.P. majored in business management with a focus in travel, tourism, and hotel management. She now is a loan distributor at a bank in Northern Minnesota. N.I.P. majored in machine technology

My family has lived in Ohio all our lives, but we decided to move, along with my friend and her family. We moved to Oakland, California when I was thirteen. I, Madison Gayle Harrington, and My Friend, Miley Ann McNeally, Have Been making YouTube videos ever since we were sixteen. I have two older sisters, Hailey who is twenty two and Angelica who is twenty and one older brother, William who is twenty one, who I don't see. I'm in my senior year of high school. I'm seventeen turning eighteen.

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.

As I lay awake in the hospital bed I can hear them speaking. I can hear them and I can sense them but I can not see them. My body will not move although I try with all my might. Ever since the accident I haven't been able to open my eyes or move my limbs. The doctors don’t realize that I can hear them, that I know exactly what's going on. Every time they come in the room I listen to their banter. One of them is a man and the other is a woman. THe door always squeaks open and they rush in, immediately wondering what hey should do to me next or where they should move me. Today was no exception as they scurried in fast and began their discussion as usual.

Fear, worry, and anxiety captivated me and held me hostage. Academics, family pressures, and the constant overbearing question of the future had torn me apart. The weight of the world swallowed me whole and controlled my every move. Most of all, I feared the failure associated with change. People say that we should welcome change; nonetheless, I still dreaded the future. Life without the security blanket of my closest friends and family frightened me because for the first time, the choices I were to make were all my own. Senior year is meant to be a year of relaxation and preparation for the future; however, my senior year had turned into an internal World War III.

I was brought up into a family who believed in working hard to get what you want, and I too, have taken in this belief. I started taking a part in our family farm at a very young age, and have stayed involved each year. It’s not always enjoyable, but having my easy-going dad around, to keep the frustrating moments calm, sure can make it enjoyable for me. My grandpa and great uncle also helped me have a strong connection to the farm, and always helping out when help was needed. I was never believed by many when I told stories of driving the combine at a young age in school. My peers and teachers all thought it was near impossible, for a kid my size to operate such large equipment, but believe me or not, there isn’t much to it. It may look big and scary, but it happens to be my favorite part of farming.

“Estas loca que le vas a decir a tu papa? (you are crazy what are you going to tell your dad)” my mom said

I am water cold and awful, false in demeanour disguised as calm and pleasant waiting to drown you, suffocate you, force the last breath out of your lungs. I see her across the road her red scarf blowing aimlessly in the wind. I focus on it imagining that same red pouring out of her cut pale throat instead of hanging from her body. I like breaking pretty things dismembering, fracturing. There is a certain beauty to their suffering as the last breath leaves them I am in control.

Even though I could die in the process, I knew it was the right thing to do. How could I live with myself if I didn’t do everything I could to help the world?

My mom experienced inequality what had happened is that she felt ashamed as a mother because we started to act very rude and not our usual selves. The parts of the society were involved as my mother, her kids, and also her family last but not least her wonderful HUSBAND Kendall Clark. Who helped feel like she is not a bad mother well she is not a bad mother. Is me her eldest daughter Akayla King, and her husband by telling her mothers is going to make mistakes nobody's perfect at all. Who seemed to be working against her is the devil he wants her to fail. How did my mom handle it is that she does a bible study every night by herself with the candle lighted up smelling like sweet cinnamon. The results is she found herself being confident towards

Not only as a woman, but as a Mexican, my mother demonstrated to be the strongest person in the world. Since a very young age, growing up in a very difficult environment like it is Mexico, she learned how to see for herself. And through her life my mom appreciated all the lessons she experienced, never with a pessimistic outlook. That is why she always had the wisest words that encourage me to be brave when taking decisions. As the same way her mother’s determination shaped her to become someone independent and with more knowledge, is the same way my mother’s experiences influence me to have her strength. Unlike other mothers, mine was excited when I started solving problems by my own without her guidance, acting like a young adult. The fact

As the plane lands, I see a gray smoke hovering the whole city of Manila, Philippines. It was exactly as I remember it to be. Hot, humid, polluted, and lots of mosquitoes from left to right. These weren’t pleasing at all, however there’s something here that makes me want to go back every time. That is my very own mother.

Despite all of the obstacles my mother has faced, she always strived to become successful and take care of her family. The youngest child and only daughter of six children, she is a first generation college graduate and the first person in her family to attend college. After completing her masters degree in education, she taught at the high school level for thirteen years. After that, she was a distance learning teacher at Kamehameha Schools Maui for around six years.

Today is March 24, 1950, and my mother is taking my brother and I to the doctor’s office. I don’t know why we are going again; we went just three days ago, on my thirteenth birthday. The doctor did a lot that day, too. He put this huge mask on my head while I ran in place, watched how I breathed, took xrays of my brain, and even watched how I slept. Also, he and my mother talked for awhile. I can’t remember exactly what they were talking about, but I remember some words. “...in perfect health for the procedure…”, “...strongly suggested…”, “...will be allowed to watch…” I don’t know what the procedure is, or what my mother is allowed to watch. In fact, I’m not really sure if it is my mother who is allowed to watch. I’m pretty sure they were

Her mom and dad never loved her. She has never even left the house. Her parents didnt even bother gaving her a name. Al she had was this like a tape recorder that she found under her moms bed. She loved that thing. One day she found a newspaper of a little girl that was getting hurt by her parents like she was. It said that one day she finally called the police ,and showed them all of the evidence she had. She got to get a new family. Right there at that moment the little girl knew what to do.