Real Me Narrative

Family has always been a priority to me and I have always been eager to assist my family at all times, even when overwhelmed with my personal responsibilities. In my culture, there is an emphasis upon treating extended family the same as their immediate family. As a child, I was fascinated with the thought of helping others in need. It was coincidence that my cousin gave birth to her baby girl after most of my surgeries so it gave me the chance to help raise her.

Dr. Rosenberg nodded. “Correct,” he told her, “And Halfrida or Harold was intended to be the key, something that Emily Ryan herself was not fully unaware of.”

My personal narrative was not very detailed because I could not remember most of the race and the reason I black out at the finish line. I gave everything had in the race and I barely remember any part of race. Till my family told I the whole race and I guess it finally came back to me but very few moments. But I remember everything before the first mile of the race and looking back that I’m a very spiritually person. Plus, I keep my traditions alive and still believe my way in my Native world. Instead of falling into the white way but I have to act white so I can make in this world and make a living for myself. I had to write about my last race because it was the best day of my life and I remember eating after the race at Texas roadhouse.

At two in the morning seven years ago, my nine year old self was jolted awake by my mother. Begrudgingly, I peeled my eyes opened and tried to blink the sleep away.

Do you have things that define you? Well everyone does. Things that define me are music, my family, and my birthday.

Not my family. We knew the real person he was. Loving, caring, and so kind hearted. It was drugs. His drug of choice just so happened to be heroin. This wasn’t the first incident and it sure wasn’t the last . His addiction lasted about three years before he actually recovered. It’s destroyed not only my family but me as a person.

I never knew how much me honoring my mother, An-Mei meant so much to her, until the day she got food poisoning and asked for something I thought was very foolish of her.

You how easy it is to be real. Of course, you do. I was always real and honest before but then I turned stupid and you got hurt as a result. I'm terribly sorry for that. Believe it or not, I am being completely real and honest, loyal, faithful, unselfish, respectful, and considerate. You probably think I'm lying but I feel so much better about myself knowing that I'm not lying. There is really no point in doing the dumb things I did. Although I didn't feel right doing it, feeling guilty, I still did it. That is a really bad thing. Ignoring my own gut messed a lot of things up. During our first 8 months, I never made you cry because of someone else in our picture, I was a good person then. It is not too late to be that way again, though. I've

Hey, I know you had wanted an update. I really do like it here. Besides the fact that it’s warm, everyone's friendly. The other day ( a few months ago) we went into  a store. My mom's vegan ←and→ we were making tacos. She, of course, doesn’t put in meat and instead puts in beans, which I personally can’t stand. Anyway, my sister and I begged her to get meat and she let us, as long as it was lean. We got some, came back, and somehow it wasn’t lean enough. So my sister and I went back and we didn’t know what to do. A guy, probably in his 40s, came over and told us all we could ever possibly want to know about meat and much more. By the end, I knew about his family, where he grew up, what he does for a living… it's different. You can’t physically walk into a store without getting in a conversation with someone.

One of the biggest turning points in my life was when I got my first job. I wasn’t even old enough to drive yet when I was first hired at the Middletown Sportsmen’s Club. I remember the anxiety and excitement that came along with it. I was so scared that I would mess something up when I first started and I remember my dad saying to me “don’t worry about because everyone makes mistakes especially when they are doing something that is new to them.” This was one of my first responsibility that takes place in the adult world. I developed many new skills that I would’ve never known it wasn’t for this job. I learned to handle myself in a polite manner in front of adults and I also learned about work equipment such as how to run a tractor and a bobcat. Getting this job was very life changing for me. I found that after working for several months I was starting to get more mature and responsible.

Why Me? I could not understand what I had done for this to happen, all I wanted is to be back home in my street with my toys, friends and school. Mum's told me to stop crying but it is hard to. I could not understand the unfortunate, terrible event of my home, being destroyed inflicting grief, pain and sadness to my family through devastation of losing everything we have. It was a warm summer's day in 1984 I was six years old, living in Lebanon. Living in a small suburb everyone in the street knew each other and all the kids were friends, so I would play with them outside for hours. Only, if we knew what was going to happen I would have made sure mum had came outside with us. But this was not the case. At this moment my life stopped before

the rest of my family have been there for me through everything. They have always told me the

I knew from a very young age that my family wasn 't a “typical” family, my parents were always working or neglecting my brother and I. If it wasn 't for my grandparents I wouldn 't know what unconditional love is. Throughout all my struggles and mistakes in life, they continue to support and love me without question.

In the past, I had a small and tight-knit family, with my mom, my dad, and my older sister living with me. My parents gave as much attention and love to the both of us, but their flaws affected me and my sister in many ways, such as addiction or a lack of attention. However, as I got older, and major life events continued to shake the foundations of our family, I was influenced by other family members like my aunt, my cousins, and my grandparents. While I still care for my mom and am very much connected with her, my grandparents were the ones that gave me the structure I needed to grow and thrive in the world. Overall, the ideals and desires of my parents and grandparents all affected me. My family, while not perfect or as functional as other families, has given all the love and care that I could ever want, and it has shaped me to become the person that I am today.

I knew I had support from my family. Especially my grandfather. He was everything to me. He was very smart and was very wise with everything he said. My family has always been there. One day my grandfather made sure I knew. He was and always will be my lifeline.