Personal Narrative: Daycare, School, Work
Daycare, school, daycare, work. Daycare, school, daycare, work. Two heedful eyes observing you. Admiration gleaming from the young face of a 7 year old girl. You may not see them all the time, but they are there. Every action is sagacious, following the question “Would this be a good example to set?” Dark, bagged eyes late nights at work, and coffee riddled breathe early at school. This is what it is like being the eldest daughter of two indisposed parents. One with a sickness of the mind. A 10 year U.S Army veteran. Someone who was once a face glowing with joy is now a blank canvas. The other with sickness of the body, who once was a nurse is now the patient in the bed, due to surgical complications. Leaving an infectious, toxic, and septic
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Never living in a house of our own. By the age of 16, I was both mom and dad to my little sister. Living with my grandmother. Sharing a room and bed with my sister. I can distinctly remember lying awake at night, and looking at her, unperturbed, pure face and wanting so much more for her.
My 17th year was the year I wanted to achieve the unattainable. Just as Gatsby clawed through walls of defiance for his dreams, I yearn to reach the unattainable. Due to our financial instability, I was sent away from my grandmother, sister, and mother to live with my aunt. It was terrifying. Then again it was one of the most influential decisions made. I have become a member of Youth on Their Own. An organization that is for homeless youth, and have met some of the most caring people. Who want to see me succeed most of all. In my eyes although I was robbed of a childhood, everything I do is carving a path not only for me but the little eyes behind me, watching me strive for my aspirations. Even when you are handed bad cards. Experiencing hardships gives me so many advantages and skills not many other people have. I feel like I have been molded into a superhero. A better, stronger version of
Never living in a house of our own. By the age of 16, I was both mom and dad to my little sister. Living with my grandmother. Sharing a room and bed with my sister. I can distinctly remember lying awake at night, and looking at her, unperturbed, pure face and wanting so much more for her.
My 17th year was the year I wanted to achieve the unattainable. Just as Gatsby clawed through walls of defiance for his dreams, I yearn to reach the unattainable. Due to our financial instability, I was sent away from my grandmother, sister, and mother to live with my aunt. It was terrifying. Then again it was one of the most influential decisions made. I have become a member of Youth on Their Own. An organization that is for homeless youth, and have met some of the most caring people. Who want to see me succeed most of all. In my eyes although I was robbed of a childhood, everything I do is carving a path not only for me but the little eyes behind me, watching me strive for my aspirations. Even when you are handed bad cards. Experiencing hardships gives me so many advantages and skills not many other people have. I feel like I have been molded into a superhero. A better, stronger version of