Personal Narrative: How My World Changed
Many people would say that growing up with parents who could not speak english would be to my disadvantage, but I disagree. Growing up I always believed it to be exhausting having to translate and never really feeling normal. I believed it to be dragging and many times protested against it, but besides it being tiring, I also felt embarrassed. Yeah embarrassed of having to deal with my parents and not being able to communicate with them like other kids did with their parents. As I grew older the issue only grew because at that point I began to resent them for putting me through what I believed to be embarrassing moments of confusion, but all of this changed when I finally realized that my parents did the best they could with what they had.
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Call it growing up or call it maturing, but after this happened my world changed because I realized that my parents, especially my father, struggled everyday to give me and my older brother what we had and that I should be beyond proud of them. My dad being the only working adult in our household has always had the whole responsibility of taking care of us, going and working in terrible conditions and terrible jobs to be able to give us what we had. He never for one moment in his life had it easy. He along with his younger brother and sister were abandoned in his home country, El Salvador, by his mother and father, which led him to have to grow up early and become an adult and parent to his sibling. This lead them to travel to America in search of an opportunity for a better life and they indeed found a home here, but good things can not always last forever. My father lost his younger brother and this drove him to bury himself in his work, which killed me to see my father, the person I most loved in this world, slowly lose himself.
My father is everything. He is my father, he is my hero, he is my bestfriend, and he is my inspiration. If I one day am able to be half as strong as my father has been I will be happy because his strength is what pushes me to want to succeed. His perseverance drives me forward and his support makes me feel
Call it growing up or call it maturing, but after this happened my world changed because I realized that my parents, especially my father, struggled everyday to give me and my older brother what we had and that I should be beyond proud of them. My dad being the only working adult in our household has always had the whole responsibility of taking care of us, going and working in terrible conditions and terrible jobs to be able to give us what we had. He never for one moment in his life had it easy. He along with his younger brother and sister were abandoned in his home country, El Salvador, by his mother and father, which led him to have to grow up early and become an adult and parent to his sibling. This lead them to travel to America in search of an opportunity for a better life and they indeed found a home here, but good things can not always last forever. My father lost his younger brother and this drove him to bury himself in his work, which killed me to see my father, the person I most loved in this world, slowly lose himself.
My father is everything. He is my father, he is my hero, he is my bestfriend, and he is my inspiration. If I one day am able to be half as strong as my father has been I will be happy because his strength is what pushes me to want to succeed. His perseverance drives me forward and his support makes me feel