A Narrative Essay About My Mom

My mom is a special person in my life. I wouldn’t be where I am right now without her. Ever since I was a little kid, she has been my rock. My mother has taught me a lot of life lessons. My mother’s name is Darlene, she is a beautiful, intelligent, and outgoing person. She is the type of person to tell you how it is, without sugar coating it. That part of her has had its good and bad points. Since I was five years old my mother has raised me all by herself. Actually she has been raising me by herself, before I was five. My mother and I lived in Fort Wayne for the first two years of my life with my grandmother and father. My grandma was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was about six months old. Once I was around the age two, she passed away. I never knew much about my grandma. I know she had a lot of qualities similar to my mother. If that’s true, then I know I would’ve

I knew I didn’t get to go home and scream, “daddy, daddy, look!” I just wanted to throw the piece of paper away. Then I realized I did have a father, I could take to the breakfast, it was my mother. The first time I took her a lot of people stared, they talked, and asked questions. But to me it wasn’t strange, I saw her as all the other kids saw their own father. As a loving parent who played a fatherly role. Not having a father has impacted my life a lot. I have went through obstacles to get my life where it is now. Growing up it did hurt knowing I would never have a true father in my life, but in the last year I have realized not having him in life was the best. My mother took his place, friends’ parents took his place, and my family all took his place. I experienced life different because I didn’t have him in my life, but I got to experience something a whole lot better. I got to see how many people cared and would jump at the chance to take care of