Speech About My Mom

Once my mom and my step dad got a divorce her, my brother, and I moved in to our old house until we could go back to Tennessee where we originally came from. Everything went downhill from there. The house had no water or electricity and she would leave me

The first footsteps we've ever taken are the ones that have imprinted the inside of our mothers' stomachs. Mothers don't just give birth to us, they give us a life to live. Now, some might say mothers are supposed to give birth; it's a natural process that is their duty. It's physically straining to have a child, but it takes a true warrior to raise a child. It is often forgotten how much they continuously provide for us and how many sacrifices they make. My mother has been my inspiration, not because of her title as my mother but because she is the prime example of a what I call a hero.

My mother was only a little girl and she was already taking care of three little sisters. My grandmother was very harsh on her 10 daughters and

Imagine back to your childhood. Life was probably simple for most of us, being able to play with our friends and having a stable home. Obviously not everyone has a perfect childhood, but what if someone was extremely poor, went back and forth from homes, was raped at age 9, and got pregnant at age 14, just to have their son be still born. Yet with all this happening, still became one of the most successful people in the world. Who is this person I am referring to? It is Oprah Winfrey.

I am the oldest. There are four of us. Tamar, who does everything right. Avital who is always in trouble. Carmel who acts like she is two years old. And me. Everyone says we look so alike. They think we are four quiet, well behaved girls who get along great. That’s not always the case. And we are more different than you would think.

Years have gone by and now I am the oldest out of five children, just like my mom. The years have been hard for my mom, but she has

For my oral history project, I decided to interview my mother. I am pretty close with my mom, as we talk daily, and I am comfortable often to seek advice from her. A challenge that I faced was trying to find an appropriate date and time for the interview. My mom works six days a week, and I am often preoccupied with classes and school work. Another challenge was my mom’s hesitation with going into too much detail about her experiences. In addition, it was difficult to interview another family member such as a relative because I was not particularly close with my uncles or aunts, nor were any of them easy to contact due to variations in time zones. Furthermore, arguably one of my largest reason why I choose to interview my mom was because I never had taken the time or initiative to ask about my mom’s past. I had only knew of some general aspects, but never asked too much into detail. The oral history project was a perfect opportunity to dwell deeper into my family’s history and how they came to America.

On June 13 2001 a girl named Jillian Suess was born at Grey’s Nuns hospital. That girl was me.I am the 6 th and last child of my extended family. Being the youngest child has its perks, like no matter what you do your older siblings will get in trouble even if it isn't your fault. Also you will never have to do as many chores. Having a big family has its up and downs but I know that there always there for me.

I am Skylair Caitlin Orr, I am 22 years old and am the daughter of Taunya and Marty Orr. I am lucky to say that my parents are still together rather than being divorced as so many parents are today. They had three children together, including myself. I am the middle child and I have two sisters. My older sister is 27 years old and works as a special education teacher at Mark Twain Elementary school. She is divorced and has two children: my niece who is eight years old and my nephew who is two years old. I spend a lot of my time with my niece and nephew. My younger sister is 15 years old and goes to school at Lafayette High School. My mom stayed at home and took care of the children while my dad worked hard to make sure we had everything we

My childhood was filled with hurt,pain, and stress. When I was 10 months I almost died in 48 hours fore i was in need of a stomach surgery or I would not be here today.

Year 1861. My dad just left for the war I am really worried about him. What if he does not come home i would hate to barry my dad. It would kill me. And cents I'm the only child who would carry on his name? But life back home is really hard. It's a lot mot work for the family at the farm. Dad is part of the confederate side. We believe that slaves are bad. I mean just because of our skin color we should not make them work for us. We should all be seen as one because in the inside we are all the same.

I have never been so upset in my entire life! America has humiliated us and belittled us as if we were not appreciated to a higher demand. We waited all this time to go into battle, to be honored… and yet, we were not. So, Mother Louis, tell me this: Would you be okay with yourself offering to help out anyone but haven’t even been honored as at least a whole? To be made fun of, to be called a shame to that very person as a whole? Well, that is what America had done to us Black folks. You see, Mother Louis, we have been everything but mean to the United States except for unkind. We have given our servitude to them and they still treat us as if we don’t have been running around here like we haven’t got any kind of head! We are apart of the one-hundred

Minutes seemed like hours waiting for the doctor to come in the room. My heart dropped as soon as the doctor told me that my unborn child did not develop arms or legs. I was supposed to find out if I was pregnant with a boy or girl, not that my child had a severe birth defect. You could imagine my excruciating heartbreak regarding the unfortunate news. There was no holding back the tears, no matter how hard I tried to mask my emotions. Automatically I thought of the things my son would not be able to do; crying because I felt remorse for him. I had dreams of watching him running across the yard and taking pictures of him

If one source would be emphasized on, I would pick for my mom to be expanded on. I would choose her as my main source for my biography as she is the source that knows the most about me as a person. I have an extremely close relationship with her and she is my go-to person when there’s something on my mind. She has been actively engaged in my life since the very beginning and has always been there for me, thus making her a credible source that knows me almost as well as I know myself. She knows about the various events and circumstances that occurred throughout my life, but she also is aware of the various emotions and medical complications that have also taken place. She is aware of all the assorted circumstances that has occurred in my life

If you were to ask my Father right now how he met my mother, he would probably laugh then fling his arm friendly like over your shoulder, pull you in, and proceed to tell you lies about how this Jamaican woman took one look down the hallway after he’d walked past and could not keep her hands off him. He’d spin a tale of love and lost, the moment they fell in love and the following years of silence (He would very strategically leave out the part when he lost her letter and couldn’t reply). The fable would wrap up nicely with a “and then she begged me to marry her, and she was a beautiful woman so how could I say no? And we lived happily ever after.” At this moment any other family member rolls their eyes and shakes their head in disregard.