Personal Narrative: Growing Up In Poverty
Growing Up in Poverty.
Growing up in poverty was the best was the best thing that ever happened to me. Living in a house full of 5 siblings, and having to share everything I have with all of them, sure did take a toll on me. Especially while being the youngest sibling, I have to do all the chores in the house, by myself. All of my siblings were always worried about themselves, so every time I had a fight in school, I had to deal with the person I’m fighting and their older brother, by myself. I had to deal with my own problems, and survive by myself, at such a young age. September 12, 2001 was the day my father got fired from his good paying job. He worked for the city, and it was just a “coincidence” that he got fired the day after the Twin Tower Attack happened. My dad had to make money to provide for his family, so he opened up a business. It is still open but it is not making a lot of money, so my father never had enough money to buy a new house. I didn’t know it then, but the day my father got fired, was the start of the 18 more years I would be living in that old house. …show more content…
The first day I worked, I already wanted a new job. I barely understood what everyone in the kitchen was saying, I kept getting burnt by the cooking oil, and the hours weren’t flexible enough for me. I hated that job so much, so I started looking for new jobs the same week I started my job at Barracos. When I received my first paycheck, I gave the whole thing to my mother. The week I got my first paycheck, was the same week I quit. I had to quit so I can invest my time on searching for a new job. My new job needed phone repair experience, so I lied to them, told them I know how to fix phones, and learned how to fix IPhones from YouTube before my first
Growing up in poverty was the best was the best thing that ever happened to me. Living in a house full of 5 siblings, and having to share everything I have with all of them, sure did take a toll on me. Especially while being the youngest sibling, I have to do all the chores in the house, by myself. All of my siblings were always worried about themselves, so every time I had a fight in school, I had to deal with the person I’m fighting and their older brother, by myself. I had to deal with my own problems, and survive by myself, at such a young age. September 12, 2001 was the day my father got fired from his good paying job. He worked for the city, and it was just a “coincidence” that he got fired the day after the Twin Tower Attack happened. My dad had to make money to provide for his family, so he opened up a business. It is still open but it is not making a lot of money, so my father never had enough money to buy a new house. I didn’t know it then, but the day my father got fired, was the start of the 18 more years I would be living in that old house. …show more content…
The first day I worked, I already wanted a new job. I barely understood what everyone in the kitchen was saying, I kept getting burnt by the cooking oil, and the hours weren’t flexible enough for me. I hated that job so much, so I started looking for new jobs the same week I started my job at Barracos. When I received my first paycheck, I gave the whole thing to my mother. The week I got my first paycheck, was the same week I quit. I had to quit so I can invest my time on searching for a new job. My new job needed phone repair experience, so I lied to them, told them I know how to fix phones, and learned how to fix IPhones from YouTube before my first