Personal Narrative-Tiffany And The Computer Virus

Six months into my life my father left, I had no father figure until the age of two. My mother was dating a, I guess you could call a somewhat “father figure”. He was an amiable kind of guy when they started dating. The thought of him

“Hello,” He says in a voice in a voice that is both deep and as sweet as honey.

When I was in my sophomore year of high school, I had a music teacher named Ms. Valentine who taught vocal and piano classes. Ms. Valentine was known as the “mean dad” of the vocal department, because she oddly reminded everyone of a dad instead of a mother, I know it’s weird. She never took the phrase I can’t from a student, and she would never put up with anyone’s bullshit. She believed there was no such thing as “I can’t”. I had the pleasure of having Ms. Valentine as my choir director, sadly. Ms. Valentine was known for assigning students to critique boring plays and concerts.

Being the only person you can really lean on and talk to can be tough, but learning to have a valuable connection with yourself is beneficial. Coming from immigrant parents, with continuous relationship problems, and being an only child, I often found myself feeling the problem of every issue, the middle of every argument, and just plain alone. My childhood was amazing, always the center of attention. As I started growing older, the attention I got from my parents diminished as they were so focused on their work and disputing with one another. My parents have been separated maybe twice in their life, not divorced because my mother could not get legally married because of the amount of debt she required in her past life. She was never supposed to become pregnant with me. She was supposed to abort me, but my dad convinced her not to. That is why ever since then, I think these years of arguing between my mother and father were all because of me. I was the burden on their relationship.

My parents are very different from each other. We all have different views on thing and school. I myself have only left the state once that was when I was like 2 months old my mom took me to Alabama to see my aunt and uncle and cousin. I love to fish and Longboard. I don't play too many video games. Also I absolutely can't wait unit I don't have to go to school any more. I will end up going to college one way or another because I would like a degree in engineering or something in that nature. I was almost put up for adoption when I went to Alabama. I have 4 brothers and 2 sisters. I only know one of my sisters. My mom lost custody of when I was little. I never met her. She is only like 2 years younger than me. I also play baseball. I have never went hunting or for that matter I have never shot a gun. I own 2 bows 1 for target practice and the other one is for hunting when i get older.

It’s strange to think that the 2009 drama about Julia child, called “Julia and Julia”, was what evoked my passion for food. Not food exactly, but the plethora of healing properties it may contain. I’m not referring to your basic scrambled eggs or buttered toast, instead, I became fascinated in aromatic Thai curries and the restorative properties of cinnamon. I bought my first cookbook in 8th grade, and prepared myself for the destructive summer ahead. Fried pans and burnt noodles stayed fragrant in the air for weeks upon their demise. Apple rinds and decayed broccoli florets filled our trash bag to the brim, trapping its stench only slightly. As any 12-year old, I eventually gave in to the hard-earned truth that it was highly unlikely

I began to help my mom around the house. I had to learn how to cook a proper meal when I was seven years old, do laundry among other things to give my mom some relief. One day, when I was nine years old, my grandmother shared the news of my father’s departure to the U.S and that he did so to give me a better chance. It was heavy news for me, and as an emotional child I cried with my grandma and felt sad that from now on I was not going to get the occasional visit from him. As a teenager in the process of growing into a man, you think you need a father figure, a man perspective, advice on things that life throw at you, it was clear that I didn’t have that anymore. I was fortunate to have my mother and my grandmother to teach me right and wrong; the rest was pretty much up to me.

My parents divorced when I was very young and I don't remember them ever being together. I didn't know any differently than what I grew up with. I saw my Dad on Wednesdays and every other weekend, but he didn't come to any of my school events or buy my brothers and me anything we needed. Looking back now, I see how much my Mom sacrificed for her four children and how hard she worked for us. My Mom did everything - attended all of our graduations, plays, sports games, drove us wherever we needed to go and bought us all the things we needed, from food to school supplies to clothes. I didn't think much of it growing up because I didn't realize how it really was. My Mom with a single mother and was providing for her children alone, because

When my mom decided to pack her stuff and leave, it was so abrupt, I did not know how to react. . Being so young I did not understand what happened to my parents relationship and how her leaving was going to impact me. As time went by and my mom did not return home, I began to worry about my mom and

If I wasn’t raised by my godparents, I don't know where I would be right now. I would often think where I would be in life if I stayed with my mother. Now, my mother wasn’t a bad person or anything when I was young. She was just a teen mom, unexperienced basically. My mother and my Godmother met at a fair, my godmother saw my mother struggling trying to calm me down. She decided help, they made conversation and later found out that my godmother was my father’s

Despite the fact that what my Mother saids is true, how she voices these statements affects our

Unfortunately, I am part of the statistics of fatherless children. My father left when I was 7, and the situation forced my mother to work 1-2 jobs and eventually left the country to work abroad to earn more money to support me. Growing up as a child, especially as a child of a single mother, I was a “latchkey kid.” I have spent a lot of after-school time unsupervised while my mom was working. At the age of 8, I have learned to cook, clean, do the laundry, and take care of myself. I had to stand up for myself against the school bullies and discriminating Filipino society, and unlike some of my fellow biracial friends, whose fathers stood up for them, I was left and abandoned by my dad, so I had to defend myself alone. I never wanted to tell my mom, and I imagine it stems from the guilt that I would feel if she comes home from working her second job and I would only create more burden for her while she was doing her best to provide for me. Having a single mom was meant giving up on my childhood a little quicker. However, I see that as a positive thing because I have learned to be independent and was able to succeed in some areas of my life. My mom playing both parenting roles has also meant being stronger, and I feel that has had an influence on how I am today. Thank God I was raised differently. My mom and my grandparents raised me to be the woman I am today. They have bent over backward for many years just to put a smile on my face while all my father has managed to do was

I grew up without my dad around. My dad lived here in Southern California. Since I can remember my dad had been living here in the United States working. He would go back to visit us once or twice a year. I didn’t care much about him to be honest. He was never there when I needed a male role model. I was a lot closer to my grandpa and uncles than I was with him. After years and years of going back and forth my dad wanted us all to move to California with him, myself my mom, my brother Oscar and my sister Ana. He was tired of going back and forth and plus he didn’t get along too well with my moms side of the family. I loved my life back home. I wasn’t ready to leave everything behind to go to a different country with a man that I only would

I never really knew my father when I was growing up. I was raised by my mother and my little brother's side of the family. My own family was across the ocean in California. By the time I was nine I

I grew up in a single parent household, and was a part of one until recently when my mom decided to remarry my now step dad. Growing up in this type of household has affected me in more ways than one would like to believe. It has affected the way my family is seen by others, how we speak to one another, and has had a large impact on my education. It has also given me a bigger stressor than simply living and growing in a single parent household with my mom; it gave me separation anxiety because of how we ended up in this