Personal Narrative: My Sacrifice
Her Sacrifice Growing up, I noticed a lot of discussion about financial problems between my parents. It’s not that we were becoming poor, it was because of our growing family needing more supplies. My mother just gave birth to my little brother when I started noticing the financial issues my family were facing. As a little girl, I do not know how our finances worked all I knew was many bills were due and I knew it because when I was a little girl I liked to practice reading and those bill statements were the papers that attracted my interest due to its colorful paper. During that time, my family and I were still living in the Philippines. My mother was a housewife, while my father worked as a government employee. Having three little children where two were studying in a private school must have been difficult, considering that only one income was providing the children’s school requirements and the family daily needs. I do not recall most of the situation, all I remember was we were still recovering for our financial problem and having my situation is one of the reason that pushed
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She pawned her wedding ring in order for me to stay in the hospital and get fully treated. This event was kept from me till I was ten years old. We were at my cousin’s wedding when I noticed that she was not wearing her wedding ring. I immediately asked her where is her ring. She did not respond quickly and told me that she’ll explain it to me later. Once we got home she told me her sacrifice. It was a heart-breaking moment for me to know that she had to do it in order for me to get better. She then calmed me down by saying that I should not feel sad about it because her children are more important for her and, she just had to do what she can do. We tried to get her ring back but the pawn-shop lady said it was already late, her ring was gone and could not be
She pawned her wedding ring in order for me to stay in the hospital and get fully treated. This event was kept from me till I was ten years old. We were at my cousin’s wedding when I noticed that she was not wearing her wedding ring. I immediately asked her where is her ring. She did not respond quickly and told me that she’ll explain it to me later. Once we got home she told me her sacrifice. It was a heart-breaking moment for me to know that she had to do it in order for me to get better. She then calmed me down by saying that I should not feel sad about it because her children are more important for her and, she just had to do what she can do. We tried to get her ring back but the pawn-shop lady said it was already late, her ring was gone and could not be