The Mirror At The Tears Staining My Face

There was a crucial period in my life when I felt dependent on my parents: preschool. At that time, my mom quit her job to become a full time mom and my dad

Now that I was officially an Airmen, I was able to go reunite with my parents. This experience was a flood of emotions as I now could hug and talk to my mom and dad. My parents being there to watch me gain my greatest success thus far in life meant everything and I could not have done it without their love and support. Being able to be a part of something so important to our country is so humbling and the day I graduated from Air Force Basic Training is a day of success that I will carry with me for the rest of my

I have always loved to write, and it became even more evident when I entered elementary school. I quickly befriended a girl named Beth, who lived just down the road from me. One afternoon that I remember in particular was in the middle of the summer. She and I were set to write a book. We had read countless storybooks on our own, and we could not see why we could not write one too. We sat down with a notebook and two pencils, and we were set to go.

In the years to come, I started to find myself through the help of my family, friends and my

I was born on October 23rd, 1999 very early in the morning the very first person to carry me was my dad. When I two years old me and my mom moved to Las Vegas, and lived there for about 6 years then soon move back to California. That was in early the early 2000’s when that happened . Few years past by then my sister was born June 23rd, 2005. I was staying with my cousin at the time until she was born then I went to see my sister on the day she was born.

December 17, I had to endure a long hard journey but it made me into the person I am

I started to hate myself soon after, always used to say to myself “Why am I like this?”. This one day has changed that, my dad said; “Be yourself and everyone would like you.” So that day I thought about what

It was June 1967, when my father quit his job as a mechanic and opened a restaurant in Chicago. Being the youngest of eight children (one which died prior to my birth), everyone in the family had to help out in order to make the restaurant a success.

Who I am today is a result of my life experiences and the ways I have chosen to deal with them.

My dad works in maintenance in a textile factory while my Mother work in a Restaurant to support our family. Blessed by my parent unwavering support, it would have been more difficult to get as far in school as I have, their hard work inspires me to becoming a

What has made me who I am does not have to be what I become.

My mom was seventeen when she had me, so we lived with her parents for almost the first six years of my life. My grandparents were like a second set of parents for me, and they did everything for me. My father had asked my mom to be with him and move down to South Carolina, but my mom was so young and afraid to leave for many reasons. After my father was discharged from the Marines, he moved back to Grand Rapids to be with my mom. In April of 2004, they were married.

When I was a growing up I grew up with one of my cousin Fabian and my little brother Memo. We would all play games but the one I liked the most was pushing each other down a hill riding a bike. Well first we were around 7-8 years old so we knew how to ride a bike. My cousin and I were the oldest and my little brother well the youngest at that time.

I look at myself in the mirror in my room and I realize how much of a person I have grown into. Before I used to be this shy little girl that anyone could pick on. I was always nervous to talk out loud in class mostly because of the way I speak. Now that I’ve grown up, I’ve changed into a whole different person in that I have grown greatly.

When I was eight years old my parents separated, and they got officially divorced when I was twelve. After my parents separated, my mother took on being a single-parent. My father gave up all his rights to my sister and I. Prior to my parents separating, my family was considered upper-middle class. My dad worked as a computer engineer, and my mom was a stay at home mother. After my parents split, my sister and I went from having everything to nothing in a day. My mom had to move back in with her parents until she could find a full-time job and a place for us to live. Because I have seen my mother struggle as a single-mother, I matured a lot faster than most children my age. Even though we struggled with money growing up, my mother always made it a point to go on vacation yearly with my sister and I; I have been to over 30 states because my mom loves to road trip. Additionally, it has always been a family tradition of ours to go to the state fair every year. Because of my family experience growing up, I am very independent. I also learned to appreciate the little things in life. My mom always taught my sister and I that time spent with family is far more valuable than materialistic things. My mother and I are very close to this day, and I will forever be grateful for everything she has done for my sister and me.