Personal Narrative: The Truth About Her Parents Dying

The day I almost died was the day my child came into this world. She came bursting into this world four weeks earlier than expected and it all started a week earlier. A simple checkup that resulted into an ultrasound, labor, and finally the moment I almost died.

The past wasn’t pretty for the town. They weren’t always like this. Before, people could dress how they want, say what was on their mind, but most importantly they were free. They didn’t have to listen to anyone, they didn’t have to do what they were told. There were no rules.

I am a mathematical anomaly. If you were to look at my life through statistical problems laid one after the other you would see an increasing number of disbelief. When viewed this way my very existence seems impossible. I was born with pneumonia which alone is not actually too big a deal for a newborn. Scary to be sure but actually about three in ten die from this, even less if you are born in a hospital as I was, but that's not all. I also was suffering from a rare disease called Langerhans cell histiocytosis. At the time my diagnosis was about a one in ten but even then, my parents were told that I wouldn't live past the age of eight. They didn't give up there though, they took the news and said “no we will not accept this for our child,”

In a political climate today that is defined by hyper-partisanship, a confluence of factors have led my political leanings to lean left of center but center around a moderate outlook. As I grew up in a family with a Democratic mother and a Republican father, I often understand the logic of both sides. While many times political parties attempt to claim a moral ideological superiority, I believe that all people have their own experiences and opinions that justify their leanings. For me, a person’s political ideology is not a factor that defines one’s personality or character. Among my friends, I am often hesitant to initiate political discussion unless I have known the person for a long period of time. While politics

In the past couple of months I have read a couple of news stories involving parents who left there child in a locked and hot car, some resulting in death. One of these involved a woman in Hackensack, New Jersey who took one of her two children in the Costco to shop, while the other a 2 year old was left in her minivan for 30 minutes. 911 was called, the police responded and the child was rescued from the vehicle, covered in sweat, scared, and very shaken, but alive. The mother was charged with child endangerment, and both children were returned to there father that day.

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.

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.

She is gone and she took everything with her. She obliterated my life. It was unexpected. There was no reason behind her death; she left me without saying goodbye. How am I meant to survive? She was everything to me, my best friend why did she leave me so suddenly? We grew up together, did everything together, we were a team but she’s gone now. I am all alone. I’ve became independent doing things by myself. I suppose that wasn’t a bad thing but it has been lonely without her.

Jaxon’s Mom’s Point Of View. The phone had rung a couple of minutes before it had all happened, a couple of minutes before everything changed. We would’ve never known what had hit us, we wouldn't see it coming. Down here in the south nothing ever happens, the most exciting thing that has happened here was when the local school won the state championship in 2007. Life before we knew it was about to change here in Alabama,and we’d never be the same again.

The person I am interviewing for this project is my friend Richard’s mom, Mrs. Triplett. He and I have been friend since middle school, and we have an interracial friendship. He is culturally Black, and I am Vietnamese. I decide to interview his mom because I consider us to be different from each other in some key dimension. Unlike me, who am an immigrant to the United States of America, Richard’s family is native to New Orleans. His parents were born in New Orleans and they stayed in New Orleans their whole life. They been through many struggles and have seen many hurricanes. The recipe his mom decided to share with me is red beans and rice.

Hello Mr. and Mrs. Juber is Junior. Sorry that I took some time to reach out, but in a million years I never expected the relationship to end the way it did. I did it agree with what Kate did but I respect her decision. I loved your daughter probably more than I love myself but I guess god has other plans. I just want to thank you both for everything you guys did for me all the love and thank you for every time I went to your house make me feel like family. It meant the world to me. Thank

This week I competed three social histories. It seems like the more I do them, the easier it seems to be getting. I feel more comfortable with the residents. It also seems like coming up with questions is becoming easier for me. There is a general idea on what to ask, but she wants me to go beyond what is on the sheet. It actually has become fun. I have learned so much about the residents. They are so interesting and have some wonderful stories to share. Man, how things have changed through the years. I interviewed a 94-year-old man and I asked him how him and his wife met. He said that there was an all-girl school across the street from his house. He went over to talk to a girl he knew and he met another girl, and that girl was his now wife.

February 2012, my mom is going to have a baby. I was excited because I wanted a little brother to teach things too. I was the last child, but my sister was only one year older than me so I played with her. She did not like doing the same things as me, I didn't really play with her anymore I would play by myself. February 9th 2012, my brother was born, when he was born he was a premature my mom said he would be born in March like me, I wanted to be the only on one of my mom's children to be born in March. But because he's a premature he was born earlier than expected. When he came home for the first the day I was so excited. But my mom would not let me touch him and I couldn't take care of him cuz I was young. When I was younger my mom used

For this assignment, I decided to interview a girl that I’ve known for some time now. She goes by the name Elizabeth because in America, majority of the people she’s met have had a very difficult time trying pronounce her real given name properly. I asked her what the real name everybody is struggling with is, and she said Oluwafolorunsho. This name is of a Nigerian decent.

For this assignment I decided to interview my grandparents and my parents. They have told me that many things have changed, but many things have stayed the same. They said the one thing that they have noticed that changed the most would probably be gender roles in the household.