Personal Narrative: My Childhood Autobiography

Growing up in a hispanic household was filled with many old traditional sex structured roles. I am the youngest of three older brothers. My mother was very involved with our childhood while my father was absent more due to his job. When i was younger, i did not notice how i was unfairly taken advantage of because of my sex by my own family. My mother always cleaned, cooked, folded everyone 's clothes and took care of the boys. Younger me, aspired to be exactly like my mother, still aspirer to be everyday like her. However, when younger, i mimicked all the chores and care, she would do for our family but somehow it was never enough to be “better” than my older brothers. In Middle school, i started to do less of the mimicking of what my mother did around the

All three boys would “forget” to do the one chore they, had, caused my mother, myself or father to throw out the trash. Without no punishment or repercussions for the boys.Then the final years of middle school, i thought my freedom was near because then i would have the excuse of “focusing on school” Moving into high school i got the privilege to go to highschool with the youngest older brother, Eric. Nothing changed for me, chores increased, less liberty to hang out without doing something around the house before leaving and guilt. Guilt was a new feeling i was expreacing when i would see my mother doing everything unless i helped her. Richard the middle brother attended college away from home, therefore when he come back home for vacation he would sleep in and go out whenever he wanted to. he never felt guilt and he would add more work for my mother by bringing his dirty clothes from college for her to wash. Richard was showing hope that when i leave to college when i would come home there were going to no worries or chores; My vacation was going to be spent enjoying the free time away from college and school work, i was